Couldn't hold back at the Christmas party [MF] | 2016

I've gotten good feedback on my old stories, so here's a recent one.

This here happened just a few weeks ago, at our annual company Christmas party. I work in a creative/agency type job, which means company parties tend to be quite wild. And there are a lot of young, smart and talented people passing through, including many very good looking girls. But I'm in a senior/management role, so relations at work are not OK. It's quite frustrating, because I'm lucky to be a dude that gets attention from many girls, especially the younger ones. I think it's because I've always had quite the boyish look to me, but I have lots of experience in my field, and speak with confidence and authority, while also knowing how to make people laugh. I've also stayed fit because I love climbing, and I have a full head of blonde hair. And finally, I'm quite big, with a bulge that I notice gets noticed.

So at this party, with about 100 or so people sitting down for dinner, I was seated opposite a girl I hadn't seen before. She was pretty as hell, with flowing blonde hair, big bright blue eyes, and full lips with a dark purple lipstick, that completed her rocker girl look. This might sound strange as choice of style for the occasion, but the general culture in this company isn't exactly focused on tradition, and especially parties are really "come however you feel like". We chatted as one does, and I was focused on keeping my reserve, seeing as she was a temp researcher brought in from a college, 20 years old and from a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. Her incredibly cute country girl accent made that hard though. There were a couple other interns next to her so I steered the conversation toward them, trying to stay clear of the interest she was showing by leaning over the table and following everything I said with questions and opinions of her own. The guy next to her was her age, and clearly he had his sights set on this girl, so I asked him about his interests, and it turned out he was interested in my field so I fell into a passionate rave about what I do, thinking that would put the girl off. Of course the opposite happened, and suddenly the dinner was nearing its end with us having spent at least an hour just talking to each other, with this girl who I still didn't know the name of almost fawning - I think the ample booze helped with that as well.

I was buzzed and was feeling the old cartoon cliche of a devil and an angel on my shoulders, this time though the angel won and I stood up, and joined the mingle, talking to people my age. The party was really heating up, like our Christmas parties always do (December is always a crazy intense month in our business, so there was lots of pent up energy to spend). Noise levels went up, lights turned off, a live band did a really fun quiz, and then kick-started the dancefloor. It was packed, hot, sweaty with innumerable beers downed, and so much fun, intelligent banter.

At about midnight, the party started thinning, and I hadn't seen the girl since dinner. But suddenly there she was, right in front of me, pulling me to the dancefloor. I love dancing, so we joined a group that was drunkenly flailing around, and both her and I seemed to have a lot more body control than the rest. The fact that she seemed not nearly as wasted as everybody else, combined with the overt rubbing of her body against mine made me worried, as that devil on my shoulder kept getting more insistent. And holy hell what a body she had on her, youthfully firm, with thickness in just the right amount, in the right places.

Her top was a loose, worn, rock'n'roll band T-shirt, with the thin fabric stretching over a big pair of perky tits, because it was tucked into a tight pair of black jeans that accentuated a slim waist, and hugged a firm, round, absolutely perfect ass that flowed into beautiful thick legs. Her converses moved in perfect time with the music while she danced herself close and then away, again and again, really showing off, while locking my gaze with a wild "fuck-me" look. I could just laugh nervously as I started to feel my cock chubbing, while keeping up (and trying to keep a safe distance – there were people all around).

After a while I got aware of that angel character, and whispered into her ear: "As much as I want this, I just can't". I left, to go upstairs to my office and get my jacket. Coming back out in the stairwell, there she was again, leaning against the guardrail, looking at me with a sultry and disappointed smile. This was just too much, my willpower had run out, and we were alone in the dark. I went up to her, feeling her warmth as I grazed her face with my cheek. She put a hand on my waist, pulling me closer as I was just taking in the velvety softness of her face, and then we locked in a kiss. Oh god her lips were just as full and firm as they looked, and her tongue aggressively pressed into my mouth, hooking into my teeth, pulling me into her. I grabbed her waist and pushed her away with the intent to leave, but then she said "come to my office?", and the smile on her in that moment made me just grab her hand.

She had been stationed in an editing room in the old attic (our office is in a big historic building), so we had to climb two flights of stairs, and then walk through a series of rooms before getting to where she wanted me. It was bright in there until she turned off the lights, and seeing her move around the room after she'd pushed me onto the tiny couch used for visitors was exhilarating, but also made me a little too aware of the situation. She sat down on top of me and we quickly found our way back to kissing, this time with hands running all over bodies, through hair, while she rubbed her hips against mine. I was so hard now, but as my hand found its way into her bra, grabbing her intense softness, I snapped out of it again, and said "I really shouldn't be doing this". By now we were half lying down with her by my side, so standing up was easy enough for me.

As I stood up, she just smiled, and said "you're right, we shouldn't", but her hand had a firm grip on my belt, holding me back. She started unbuckling it, looking up at me. I trembled as the zipper went down, her now tugging my underwear down, and watched my cock spring free right by her face. Then she just let out a sigh, and put her tongue on it. I wasn't fully hard, but her warm breathing together with her tongue trying to lift it between her lips made it pulse as it got harder with every heartbeat. I was shivering by the time she took my glans in her mouth, and I can't remember the last time I was that hard. My cock looked almost artificial, veiny with a dark purple head, and I couldn't help staring at her closing her lips around it with muted moan.

She didn't suck it, so much as made love to it with her mouth. There was no bobbing, just slowly sliding it into the warm wetness, her tongue tracing around the head, pushing it around while I gasped at feeling so much detail. I had my eyes closed by now, and when her hand started caressing my thighs and balls, I jerked out of her mouth saying "if we're doing this, then don't make me cum just yet will you". She started laughing, and said "what?" with a cheeky smile.

I grabbed her neck and pulled her up so we could kiss, while I lost my jacket and sweater, and she pulled that T-shirt over her head. As we were kissing again, she lay back on the couch, and I unclasped her bra to reveal the most beautiful breasts, pale, and much more than I could hold in my hand, with tiny, stiff nipples right at the crest. I couldn't help but lick them, grabbing her hard and pushing her unbelievably smooth skin into my mouth, until I'd sucked both nipples and they were glistening wet. I suppose I looked crazy, because she was almost tittering as I started working my way down her flat stomach, frantically pulling at her trouser waistband.

Looking up to be able to figure out how to unbutton her trousers, she seemed a little shy all of a sudden, although still smiling. She was wearing a cheap, sheer purple panty underneath, and I started kissing the fabric, feeling her soft mound against my lips, before I pulled all of it off. I could see a wet glistening patch in her panties, that matched the crystal clear wetness on her swollen labia. They were covered in beautiful downy blonde pubic hair, and I think she said something as I lowered my mouth on it, but by now the only thing I could take in was how much I wanted to taste it. Feeling her wet pussy open as I pushed my tongue into it made me grunt all the way from the pit of my stomach. I grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her hard against my lips, trying to get as much of her pussy into my mouth as I could. My tongue explored every fold and detail, and soon I started finding a slow lovemaking pace, that let me feel her stiff clit slide from almost down my throat all the way to the tip of my tongue, and with every new take I could taste new wetness as I slid over her opening.

I looked up at her, and her eyes were closed now, her breasts heaving with her breathing, and she'd placed a hand on top of mine on her hip. I felt like I was in a trance, where I just wanted to be one with her writhing body. But I was also aware that I wanted her to come, and I wanted it to be intense, so I slipped the hand she wasn't holding underneath her, and started pressing against the stretch of skin just below her pussy, trying to gauge whether she wanted something inside her. She really did, because now she was pulling at my hand, wildly grinding herself into my mouth. As one, then two, fingers found their way into her tight wetness, I felt how tense her muscles were against their sides, and pressed firmly up against her pubic bone, pushing her sex even harder into my mouth. We were like a wave in motion, every lick of her pussy starting at my waist, with one fluid movement that pushed me against her, my fingers deep into her, and her into my mouth. She followed eagerly, so my lips were in constant connection with her warm, silky skin. Her moans were erratic and her breathing heavy, adding to the bliss I felt when looking up at her beautiful blushing face.

After what felt way too short, I sensed her abs tense up, while her pussy almost pushed my fingers out of her. I had to use a lot of force to hold her down, and I started pushing my fingers even deeper into her, stretching her inside up toward my hand on her stomach. She didn't make much noise when she came, but she got incredibly wet, to the point where my fingers fucking her started making the sexiest, sloppiest noise. I struggled to keep the rhythm with my tongue on her clit as she was bucking hard against it, almost bruising my lips. And then she let out a long deep sigh as she relaxed back on the tiny couch. She looked down at me and started caressing my hand on her hip, looking so blissful. I slid my fingers out of her slowly, watching her pussy close back up as they left her smooth inside. They were glistening with wetness, and I couldn't resist licking them. She tasted clean and, for the lack of a better word, innocent.

I smiled at her and started standing up, feeling satisfied. I didn't have protection with me, so leaving things at this made sense. But then she flipped over on her stomach and looked back at me with a begging look, and for the first time I got a full look at her ass, right in front of me. It was the most perfect round bubble, to the point of looking perky. Her thin waist was accentuated by her pushing it out, creating a perfect, smooth, curvy line from her shoulders to her knees. "Fuck me" she said, calmly. I could see her pussy glistening and swollen between her thighs, and I suddenly became aware of how hard I was. Feeling my cock slide against her smooth skin was electric, and I grabbed it, pressing it against her, sliding it over her thigh, then her buttock, down her ass toward her pussy, with a firm grip at the base. As it slid over her opening I slowly pulled my foreskin back, and just groaned at the feeling of her silky labia against my glans. "You sure?" I asked her, and again she said "Fuck me", but a little more insistent this time.

Pushing into her, I had to fight the urge to just fuck her like crazy, knowing that would push me over the edge way too quickly. Her inside felt like it was tugging me into her, with warm, wet waves of intense pleasure radiating from the head of my cock into my groin. I grabbed her hips and pushed myself all the way in, making her let out a loud, deep moan, that kept going as I found a rhythm, fucking her with short deep strokes that kept as much as possible of my cock inside her, but also allowed me to push into her with force. Watching the muscles along her back play as she pressed her body back against me was beautiful, and I leaned forward, sliding my hand up against her back until I could grab her throat, right at the base, while I kept fucking her, slowly picking up the pace.

Holding her down like this, with a firm grip and my fingers pressing against her throat, drove her crazy. She started making a grunting noise every time my cock bottomed out inside her, and I could feel her pussy gripping it harder, and at the same time getting so much wetter. Every stroke sounded more and more sloppy, and I could feel her wetness sliding down my balls, and I wanted to see it. Straightening myself I saw her glistening lips gripping my cock, pushing a thick creamy buildup down toward the base. I couldn't get enough watching it, and grabbed her hips, pulling her ass open to be able to see better. Looking at her glistening wet, beautiful, pink little asshole made my cock twitch and swell up inside her, bringing me right up to the point of orgasm. There was a ridge of creamy wetness building up right at the edge of her pussy, and I suddenly felt like every cell in my body screamed to taste it.

I slid out, and held her open, looking at her gaping, pink opening from behind, before I put my mouth on it, frantically sliding my tongue over her pussy and asshole, trying to get as much of it into my mouth as I could. She writhed and moaned "fuck, fuck, fuck" as I pressed my face hard against her, locking her hips in a firm grip. I was completely taken over by desire, and started fucking her pussy with my tongue, I just couldn't get enough, and then I moved to her ass and started pushing it hard into her. Using all the force I could, I felt her asshole giving way, feeling how her strong muscle gripped the tip of my tongue, and how with every push I could get just a little bit further in. Soon I was fucking her ass with my tongue, as deep and hard as I could, holding her firmly against my lips. The feeling of wanting to lick her inside, stretching her open, controlling and consuming her body had me completely wild. I wrapped one arm across her back, while I found her pussy with the other, pushing two, then three fingers inside her, feeling her stretch against them, while my thumb found her clit. By now she was really loud, in short uncontrolled almost screams at every push into her. Even though my tongue was aching, I never wanted it to stop, timing my hand fucking and rubbing her pussy with it pushing her asshole open.

I have no idea how long we did that, but after a while she started vibrating, then shaking, and I felt her pussy grabbing my fingers as she came. Once she came down from it, I suddenly felt how sore my tongue and jaw were, and I kind of slumped back from where I was standing on my knees. Seeing her wet, swollen pussy made it impossible not to lick her, even though I could barely move my tongue without whimpering in pain. She was just breathing heavily, lying flat on her stomach on the couch. "What the hell was that", she said, making me smile as I was sitting there catching my breath. She looked back at me and shook her hed, smiling, and then sat up slowly. I could see how sweaty she was around those beautiful tits, and little beads forming along her hairline. "...you're crazy!" she said, looking at me sitting there on the floor, panting, and slowly stroking myself.

Then she turned herself toward me, slowly spreading her legs, and said "You can come inside me, I just got off my period". Even though I hesitated, it felt like such a reward, and also, now I was rock hard. I got on top, and held her legs up so we were both on the couch, and steered my cock into her. Looking her in the eyes, I started fucking her, completely focused on the sensations. The arm I'd used to fuck her was barely able to hold me up, so I leaned down on my elbows, feeling her soft and velvety skin against me, the fresh scent of her hair combined with the intense smell of sweat and sex, and how my cock was completely encompassed inside her. As we started kissing, I could feel how my already impossibly hard cock swelled up even more, making me feel every detail in her pussy clearly, how it hugged and pulled me into her, as the warmth of my orgasm started building in my groin. I grabbed her hair and held her head back, fucking her with all my force as I came, for what felt like forever, pumping my cock all the way into her.

When it was over, I just slumped down on top of her, and caressed her cheek with my cock still inside her. She just stared at the ceiling and breathed slowly, until she looked over at me and said "I have to go home". I shivered from how sensitive I was as my cock slid out of her, pulling with it a stream of cum dripping onto the carpet. She was sweaty, with red patches all over her arms, face, and where I'd grabbed her, and her pussy was beautiful and swollen in that blonde patch of hair, slowly leaking.

We dressed, and I think we both suddenly started feeling nervous, not knowing whether anyone had noticed – we had no idea what was going on in the rest of the office. I checked my phone once I got my jeans back on, and it was almost 230 am. "Right, we probably shouldn't leave together", I said, and gave her a kiss. She just smiled shyly, now back in her rocker outfit, but with her makeup and hair completely messed up, and kind of snuck out through the door. As I left a couple minutes later, I could hear her in the bathroom as I passed it, and there was no one on the same floor. A couple drunk colleagues were lingering where the dancefloor hade been, and I waved at them as I left, walking home feeling completely spent.

The next morning I groaned from how sore I was, in the weirdest places, like my right forearm, my knees, and my tongue. Still I managed to get to work at 9, being one of the first people there. I felt almost paranoid, thinking about what had happened just a few hours ago, and whether someone knew – that was probably just the hangover talking. I got lucky and ran into the girl in the stairwell, where she smiled at me, as I asked her "Do we need to talk?". "Well, I don't think so at least", she replied.