“Hello, Merry Christmas.” she shook hands as she made her way through the crowded ballroom. “So nice to see you, Happy Holidays.” She kept the right amount of sparkle in her eye and dazzle in her smile as she exchanged pleasantries with her colleagues and company’s board of directors. Her eyes never stopped searching for him though. She scanned the room until she was forced to make eye contact with another ancient, decrepit body in an Armani suit.
It was as one older gentleman hugged her in a little too close that she spotted his neatly trimmed and gelled gentlemen’s cut moving through the crowd. His profile was all sharp angles and a chiseled jawline. His expensive dark grey suit was tailored perfectly to his broad shoulders and what could only be sculpted hips. She watched him smile with arrogance as he greeted two young female interns. Irritation emerged at the edge of her thoughts as she obsessed over the way he oozed charm and cockiness while talking with the young women. They each smiled and giggled, obviously oblivious to assholes when faced with one.
“Yes, thank you. Have a wonderful holiday season as well.” she gushed as she slowly began to move in his direction, now fuming beyond irritation and into rage as she recalled the small ‘gift’ he had given her before leaving the office that day. She thought she had calmed down to the point of having a civilized conversation about workplace etiquette and appropriate Christmas gifts to give one’s boss, but seeing him in all his pompous glory refueled the animosity she felt when she initially unwrapped the small bell that read ‘Ring for Sex’ and his accompanying note; ‘Ha ha ha! I know what you need!’
Had she admired him lustfully from a distance since he was assigned as her intern? Certainly. But she did not make it to where she was today to jeopardize it with a stupid crush. His audacity however, turned that low heat desire into high intensity bitterness mixed with a desire to show him who’s boss both in and outside the office.
“Excuse me, ladies.” She smiled as she approached the small group, but her eyes must have clearly read ‘don’t fuck with me’. Both women mumbled their good-bye and walked away, leaving her alone with her personal intern.
“Good Evening, Ms. Chloe.” he smirked before taking a sip of his cocktail.
She took a step closer to him and a brief look of alarm flashed across his face. She took another step and invaded his personal space, forcing him to take a step back. “Who…” she started before taking another step, holding her red ball gown up, “do you…” another step; she was urging him backwards towards the corner where a 24 foot christmas tree stood decorated in obnoxious amounts of gold with purple accent ornaments, “THINK…” he now stood between the wall and the tree, almost out of view, “you are?!” She shoved his chest with her hands, pushing him further into the tree then pressed her body against his, forcing him to either stand exactly where she had him or create a scene knocking her over. Only if spectators really paid attention would they see her back face them from between the edge of the tree and the wall.
His eyes were wide with surprise and perhaps a small amount of fear. He certainly looked like the kind of man that wasn’t used to being pushed around by women. It was even more obvious he didn’t really care for it too much. She however, was feeling aroused despite the anger blurring her vision.
“What are you doing, Ms. Chloe?!” he whisper yelled at her.
She cocked her head at him, “I asked a question first.”
He sighed with obvious annoyance and curiosity. In fact, now that she was no longer backing him into the corner, some of his previous contemptuous demeanor was reemerging. “If this is about the silly gift I…”
“There was nothing silly about that gift.” she hissed, cutting him off mid sentence. “I am your boss and there’s never an appropriate time for sexual jokes.” He started to roll his eyes at her, but she stopped him short with a firm palm cupping his twitching cock. “And,” she continued as he stared at her in disbelief, “if I need sex, I don’t have to fucking ring for it, I’ll tell who I want to fuck to get his fucking cock out.”
She unzipped his trousers and pulled out his half erect manhood. He placed his drink free hand on her shoulder, “Ms. Chloe…” his eyes rolled as she started pumping her fist. He attempted to push her away but as his dick grew in her hand, his fingers clutched at the smooth bare skin of her shoulder.
He grew harder and longer, forcing the skin to become taunt. She licked her hand quickly for lubrication then went back to pumping him with her fist. Her movements weren’t gentle. There was no caressing or teasing. She wasn’t here to worship his cock like he acts so accustomed to. His hand left her shoulder and went to stop her. She pushed him away with her free hand while her other squeezed him more tightly. His body spasmed slightly.
“Ms. Chloe, stop…” he gasped, sounding frustrated. She chortled in response at the internal struggle he was battling, each thought expressed openly on his face. He was enjoying the pleasure, but hating how it was being given, putting him in a position of no control. She smiled maliciously when she felt him tense as she pumped faster. Suddenly, his cock twitched and jerked in her hand. A ribbon of thick, white cum shot from the tip of his dick and into the tree. As soon as he was done spurting his semen, she let go of him.
“Consider that your Christmas bonus.” she said before turning away from him. She left him standing in their hiding spot, half hard dick exposed, panting and perplexed, and rejoined the party. The image of his cum gliding down a glistening purple ornament burned into her mind.
This story was inspired by the image above as part of Masturbation Monday. Click here for more ways to get off.
