WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 89: A Christmas Carol Gangbang(1)

Michael came back from his lunch break and checked his breath against the palm of his hand as he walked in the building. Satisfied the breath mint was doing its job, he took a deep breath and headed for the front desk. Relax, he told himself. You’re only about to risk total humiliation.

He fidgeted as he waited for the receptionist to look up. He’d been working at the Buffalo branch office for a month and the sight of Carol was the only thing that kept him from going insane. She was young and blond and absolutely gorgeous.

“Yes?” she asked, finally looking up. “Oh, yes... hi.”

“Hey.”

“Uh...”

“Can I help you?”

“Well, I thought... I was wondering... Uh, what are you doing tonight?”

“Coming back here for the Christmas party, like everybody else.”

“Right, yes, of course. You see, I was wondering... I was hoping that maybe... I thought possibly we could go together.”

She smiled good-naturedly the way a kindergarten teacher did so after a child brought her a bad drawing. “That’s sweet, Mark.”

“Michael. My name is Michael.”

“I usually go to these things alone. Maybe some other time, okay?” “Uh, yeah. Sure.”

He put on a brave face, smiled, and took his leave. Another reason to

hate Buffalo.

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By eight o’clock the party was in full swing. The employees were half drunk and the saxophone-heavy Darlene Love Christmas songs kept people dancing. Michael had moved from the cheap box wine to neat tequila. Human Resources Jason -- so-called to distinguish him from Accounting Jason -- slapped a hand on Michael’s shoulders.

“Is this a great party, or what?” “Whatever.”

It would have been so much better with Carol on his arm. He’d been watching her for an hour from across the room. She wore a tight-fitting white dress and seemed to be having fun joking with the secretaries.

“Whatever? What are you talking about? We throw the best parties in Buffalo.”

“When I used to work for Google out West, we once had Bon Jovi play our Christmas party. There was a raffle every hour and first prize was a Jaguar. Excuse me if I’m not enthused about your cassette tape player and Costco liquor.”

“We actually went all out this year, so consider yourself lucky the CEO flew in from Pittsburgh to join our shindig.”

They both turned toward the 50-year-old across the room. Next to him was his silver-haired wife who spoke graciously to everyone. Suddenly, sales director Charlie went to speak in the man’s ear. Moments later, the two men joined the regional manager Dirk by the water cooler. They spoke in hushed tones before disappearing in the latter’s corner office.

“So much for the party,” Michael said. “Kind of defeats the purpose if they’re gonna talk business all night.”

His bad mood was compounded when he saw Carol leave the secretaries and join the men in the office. Michael was sincerely disappointed. Here was a beautiful woman, an underpaid receptionist at that, who was forced to work in the middle of a Christmas party.

He heard Jason talk about transforming leading-edge infomediaries or envisioneering integrated niches or some other meaningless bullshit. He wasn’t paying attention. All he wanted was to figure out a way to get closer to Carol. He’d never been so attracted to someone.

“And that’s when I told that Poughkeepsie douchebag that if he wants to utilize next-generation metrics he better come up with a proper way to disintermediate granular deliverables.” Jason stopped talking and looked at his colleague. “Earth to Michael, anybody copy?”

“What the hell are they doing in there? It’s two days to Christmas, everybody’s closed. They can’t possibly be doing business tonight.”

Michael noticed the other man smirk. “What?”

“I was gonna keep this as a surprise for later.”

“What?”

“This had to be cleared with Charlie, Dirk, and the CEO, you

understand? This is kind of your Christmas bonus.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Jason?”

“You have to promise not to freak out. And, if for some reason you do, you have to promise to keep your mouth shut.”

“What...”

“Promise.”

Michael paused. He really didn’t understand anything but he was too

curious to prolong the mystery any longer. “I promise.” “Okay, follow me.”

Jason led the way to the corner office and stopped. He looked at the merrymaking crowd; no one was paying attention to him and his coworker. He knocked. They heard footsteps and the door was cracked open about an inch. Charlie’s eyes stared back at them.

“You’re early.”

“I have an eager friend.”

The sales director hesitated and finally opened the door completely to

let the two young men in. He hurriedly closed the door behind him and locked it. The room was about 20 feet square. There was a mahogany desk on one side and the rest of the space was set up as a small lounging area with couches and armchairs.

Michael’s eyes widened in shock when he saw exactly what kind of work was being performed in this office. Carol was on her knees next to the desk and she had Dirk and the CEO’s dick in her hands.

“Mind if we join you?” Jason asked.

He didn’t wait for a reply. He quickly removed his jacket and loosened his tie. He walked to the threesome and on the way took out his limp cock through the fly. He stroked himself as he watched the receptionist take the CEO into her mouth, sucking him gently.

Charlie noticed Michael’s astonished expression. “It’s a time-honored tradition around here. That girl’s been doing that for the last five years. We call her Christmas Carol.”

“You pay her for that?”

“The way it started, five years ago we had this rep who didn’t want to come stag to the party so he hired a hooker. We all had too much booze, our wives were checking out kitten videos on YouTube, and things got wild. The girl got hot and we wound up having ourselves a little party or our own, if you know what I mean.”

“An orgy?”

“Well, technically an orgy has more than one chick. Anyway, Carol turned out to be a real nice girl and we gave her a permanent job. We’ve had a Christmas gangbang every year since. Like I said, it’s a tradition. For the last two years, the CEO has been flying in just for this. Awesome networking opportunity. Come and get in on this.”

He motioned for Michael to follow him and positioned himself next to the other guys, waiting to get stroked, sucked, and pleasured.

Michael took his time to join the others. His eyes were riveted to the scene before him. Carol sat on her haunches while sucking on Dirk’s crown. Her two hands were busy jacking off the two other men.

When Charlie got there, he got on his knees next to her. His hands went straight for her chest where he played with her slightly pendulous natural boobs which were hanging out of her dress. He kissed her shoulders while he continued massaging her.

“Lick my balls, will you, sweetheart?”

She turned to the CEO. “My pleasure, Mr. Foster.”

“Please, call me Grover.”

She lifted his cock and continued jerking him up and down as she

nibbled on his nuts. Her tongue swirled around his scrotum, applying just the right amount of pressure to provide pleasure and yet avoiding pain.

Since Dirk wasn’t being taken care of anymore, he got on the floor next to Charlie and suckled her left breast. Michael thought it was a little weird to see two grown men sitting on the ground sucking on a girl’s tits in tandem.

Still, he found himself getting hard.

Carol suddenly looked at him and for moment he thought he saw her smile around his boss’s dick. This was encouragement enough and he began removing his clothes. For a split second he panicked at the thought of sporting an erection around other men. Hell, it had taken him years just to get changed at the public pool. But the scene was just too hot for inhibitions.

“Go lie down on the desk, sweetheart.”

The CEO helped her up and as soon as she was on her feet four hands got busy disrobing her. Before long she was completely naked. Michael gasped at her incredibly slender figure. She was breathtaking.

The receptionist went to the empty desk and, as ordered, lied back on the cool mahogany. Charlie headed directly between her legs. A part of him

told him he should have let his boss get first dibs but this was a dog-eat-dog corporate world and pussy was a valuable commodity. He sat in the black leather swivel chair and went about eating that delicious cooze.

Carol was lying a little askew on the desk. This way she could easily fit one man on each side so she could masturbate them. Her head was hanging off the desk and Dirk saw that as an opportunity. He tilted her head back and when she opened her mouth he shoved his cock into it. He held her tightly and proceeded to boldly fuck her face.

It was rough but the tongue wiggling between her folds provided so much pleasure that she didn’t care. She moaned as the meat was stuffed down her throat and at the same time she never stopped tugging on the cocks in her hands.

“If you’re not gonna fuck her, Charlie, get outta the way.”

Not willing to let the opportunity pass him by, the sales director straightened up and scooted forward. He unceremoniously aimed his prick at the wet pussy and pushed it in.

Michael grew concerned when the girl’s moan got a little more high- pitched but he soon realized she was feeling nothing but pleasure. His own manhood was stiff and jealous of the other men. However, he was still too dazed to actively participate. He stroked himself absentmindedly.

“Jesus, her little cunt feels so good.”

Carol pulled on the two penises she was holding until their owners had no choice but to follow her hands. She led them until all three cocks were touching her mouth. Dirk got the message and stopped face-fucking her. For the next several minutes, she went about licking the three cock heads, going from one to the other without any discernible order.

She continued jerking them at the same time and sometimes their members touched each other by mistake. It gave her a secret thrill to see them get uncomfortable but being too chicken to do anything about it.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

Charlie stiffened and spewed deeply into the receptionist, continuing to thrust as he did so. Once his balls were empty, he pulled out of her.

“That was awesome. Thanks, doll. So who wants my sloppy seconds?”

“Shit, I’ll do it,” Jason announced.