A Very Naughty Secret Santa - Part 3

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Danny knew it was insane to do as his Secret Santa demanded. He knew it was particularly insane to do it in the office. It’s not like the supply closet was secure. They could easily be discovered. He could be fired in an instant if someone walked in on him cleaning a creampie from a coworker. Danny didn’t listen to the sane part of his brain, though. He listened to his cock. He listened to the hum of desire that rushed through his body.

Danny walked as calmly as he could to the supply closet. He did his best to make sure no one was paying close attention and then slipped inside, searched behind the printer paper boxes until he found the blindfold his Secret Santa had mentioned, and then got on his knees and sent a text message that he’d done as she asked before putting the blindfold on and waiting.

Danny’s heart felt like it beat a little harder with every second that passed. The supply closet door wasn’t locked. Anyone from the office could walk in and discover him waiting on his knees like a weirdo.

The door opened and Danny held his breath. He didn’t hear someone scream in surprise or laugh, so he figured he was safe. The door shut and Danny heard someone else breathing. He wasn’t alone.

“Hello?” he asked.

“Show me your panties,” she said.

Danny loosened his belt and unzipped his pants to reveal the panties he’d put on her at her instruction.

“You look pretty in them, Danny,” she said.

Even in person her voice didn’t sound familiar, leaving Danny completely bereft of any evidence as to the identity of his Secret Santa.

“Thank you,” he replied. “For the gifts, and the compliment, I suppose.”

“You’ve enjoyed my gifts?” she asked.

“I have,” he said. “They’re…well, they’re a little humiliating…”

“But you like being humiliated, don’t you Danny?” she interrupted.

It felt pointless to lie to her. He was wearing panties she’d given him. He was wearing a butt plug she’d given him. He was on his knees in an office supply closet because she wanted him to clean another man’s creampie out of her pussy. “Yes, I do,” he admitted.

“I’ve known for months, Danny,” she said. “You really, really shouldn’t browse those naughty sites at work. Even when you think you’re being careful, you’re not being careful enough. I don’t know that anyone else cares enough to dig as deep into your history as I did, but it’s still quite the risk. Though I suppose it’s been rewarding for you, hasn’t it? After all, you just had a rather thrilling orgasm, didn’t you? You just filled those pretty panties with your sticky load, didn’t you?”

Danny thought of the orgasm he’d had in the bathroom stall. He thought of the incredible sounds of cocksucking and sex he’d listened to as his Secret Santa and her boss fucked. He thought of his cuckolding-by-phone and the orgasm that had come with it, an orgasm fueled by the vibrating butt plug he’d worn at her behest. It was, without question, among the best orgasms of his life. His body was still humming with the pleasure of it. Danny felt a sense of gratitude towards the woman standing in front of him. She’d humiliated him, of course, but she’d also set him free, in a way.

“Can I look at you?” he asked.

She responded by slapping him. It wasn’t a particularly hard slap, but it caught Danny completely off guard and nearly made him topple over. “No, you may not,” she said. “You are not in control, Danny. I am. I’ve given you gifts that you’ve enjoyed, but I’ve given them because I’ve enjoyed them more. It’s intoxicating to have control over a man. I get wet just thinking about the things I can make you do for my pleasure. I might make you do something you don’t want to do, Danny, and I crave my anonymity. I don’t want you to know who I am. I want to be free to walk by you in the office and look at the man I’m in control of without you having any idea it’s me that has you almost literally by the balls.”

Danny opened his mouth to apologize and the vibrating butt plug turned on. Again that beautiful form of pleasure spread through his loins as the toy stimulated his rectum – and seemingly his prostate – in the most incredible way.

“That feels good, doesn’t it Danny?” she asked.

“Yes,” he admitted.

“Now, tell me, are you ready to be a nasty little cum slut for me?” she asked.

Danny nodded vigorously. It felt spectacularly dirty to be talked to like that, but it was such a turn on. He’d cum just a few minutes ago and already he could feel the stirrings of lust building in his loins.

“Then beg for it, Danny,” she said.

“Please, let me clean your boss’s cum out of you,” he begged. “Please, let me lick every drop of his load from your pussy. Please.”

Danny heard the sound of a zipper being lowered and he was certain the sound of her skirt falling to the floor followed. Danny felt her hand against his face before her fingers traced over his lips. He opened his mouth and she slipped a finger inside. Danny closed his lips around it and sucked instinctively.

“Take another,” she said before pressing a second finger against his lips. Danny took it without hesitation as the vibrator in his ass and the kinky pleasures of sucking her fingers while in a pair of her panties led to an ever-increasing sense of lust.

“Would you like it if they were covered in his cum?” she asked.

Danny nodded with her fingers still in his mouth and a moment later his Secret Santa pulled them away. He heard what he assumed was her hand pushing into her panties and the sounds of wetness – of her playing with her cum-filled pussy – reached his ears. There was something so sexy about that sound, something that made him want to crawl forward and do whatever he could to consume the load dripping out of her.

“Look at you,” she said. “You look like a desperate cum slut. Is that what you are, Danny? Have I already turned you into a desperate cum slut? Have I tapped into your kinky side so successfully that you’ve turned into a filthy little cum-craving slut?”

“Yes,” Danny admitted as he surrendered himself to the whims of his Secret Santa. Her fingers pushed into his mouth and he tasted another man’s cum for the first time in his life. It was bitter and salty and, in its own way, delicious. A shock of pleasure rushed down his spine as he sucked her fingers clean and gave himself over to the idea that he was, in fact, a filthy little cum-craving slut.

“I knew you were naughty, Danny, but I had no idea how much fun it would be to play with you,” she said. “I think I’ve been taking it too easy on you. I think it’s time to push you harder. I think it’s time to explore just how far you’re willing to go to do what I want, and to keep your job, I suppose.”

Her fingers pulled out of his mouth and she put a hand on the back of Danny’s head and pulled him closer. He crawled towards her and his lips soon pressed against her panties.

“Lick them,” she said. “Taste his cum through them.”

Danny licked her cum-soaked panties voraciously. He ran his tongue over every inch he could get access to and he tasted the cum that had leaked through them. He did his best to massage her clit in the process in the hope that he could make his Secret Santa feel good.

“I’ve swallowed his cum a few dozen times,” she said. “Like any man in power, he loves it when a woman gets on her knees in front of him. I’ve always enjoyed the taste of his cum, though, so it’s not so bad. What do you think of it, Danny? Do you enjoy the taste of his thick, salty cum?”

“Yes,” Danny said.

She laughed. “You really are a cum slut. Oh, Danny, we’re going to have so much fun together. You’re going to be my dirty little plaything because you just can’t resist, can you? Even if you know it’s insane to do what I want, you can’t resist. You’re wearing panties and a butt plug at work. You’re licking my cum-soaked panties in a supply closet. You’re just a pathetic little submissive looking for someone to take control of him.”

It wasn’t a question. It was her judgment of him after just a handful of interactions, but Danny wasn’t sure she was wrong. He probably could have refused her requests. He didn’t have to wear her panties. He didn’t have to wear the butt plug. He didn’t have to cum in her panties. He didn’t have to do any of it, but it hadn’t taken much to convince him to do any of it.

“Now you get your reward, Danny,” she said. “Now you get to clean my boss’s cum out of my pussy.”

Danny heard her panties being moved aside before she put a hand on the back of his head and pulled him between her legs once more. His tongue snaked out of his mouth and pushed between her plump, perfect labia. He found the river of cum flowing out of her and he soaked up every drop of it. He moaned into her pussy as he drank the cum of a man he’d never met from a woman he’d never actually seen. He lived out his wildest fantasy and it filled his body with the most intense pleasure.

“That’s it,” she said breathlessly. “Be a good little cum slut for me, Danny. Devour his fucking load. Eat it like I’ve eaten it so many times. Eat every drop of it for me.”

Danny devoured every drop. He licked until he couldn’t taste the saltiness of her boss’s cum anymore. He licked until he’d finished the job she’d given him and then he kept on licking because she hadn’t told him to stop.

“I want to cum, Danny,” she said. “Keep using that tongue of yours. I’m going to fuck your face a little.”

She grabbed a handful of his hair and rubbed her pussy all over his face. She soaked him in a mixture of her juices and the remnants of her boss’s cum. She did so while her grip on his hair tightened and her moans grew lower and a little louder. She did so until her thighs began to tremble from pleasure, and then she climaxed. Danny wished he could see her face, but knowing that he’d given his Secret Santa an orgasm was more than enough to thrill him.

She stepped back, laughed, and said, “You’re an absolute mess. Hold on a second.” Danny waited as it sounded like she took her panties off, making him think she was about to offer him yet another gift. Instead, she surprised him by rubbing the panties all over his face. She wasn’t trying to soak up the juices she’d left on him, though. Instead, she was spreading the cum that had leaked out of her pussy onto his face. She was making an even bigger mess of him.

“Now you look perfect,” she said. “I have no idea how you’ll clean yourself up before anyone sees you, but that’s not really my problem, is it? Plus, shouldn’t a cum slut have a little bit of spunk on his face when he’s finished being used?”

Despite his concern over being covered in someone else’s cum, Danny couldn’t help but feel gratitude for the woman that had seen fit to unleash his deepest fantasies. “Thank you,” he said. “For being my Secret Santa. I don’t know who you are, but I like the way you think.”

“We’ll see if you feel that way when I decide to really push your limits, Danny,” she replied. “Because it’s not really any fun for me if I’m not pushing you to go deeper into that dirty brain of yours.”

Danny listened as she got dressed – it was the sound of the zipper that made it obvious what she was doing – and he fought off the urge to remove the blindfold and see who had been directing him the past few days.

“You know, you looked awfully good with my fingers in your mouth. You sucked with such eagerness. I couldn’t help but wonder what you’d look like with a real cock in your mouth,” she said.

Danny tried to raise an objection to the notion – he wasn’t the slightest bit interested in doing that – but she walked out of the supply closet and slammed the door shut. The vibrating plug turned off a moment later and Danny pulled the blindfold off and considered running into the hallway to try and see her, but he wasn’t going to do that with cum on his face. Instead, he quickly took off his shirt and tie, lifted his undershirt over his head, and used it to soak up as much of the sticky cum as he could. He got re-dressed as quickly as possible, opened the door a sliver to see if anyone was in the hallway, and then rushed to the bathroom to clean his face.

As he rubbed the remnants of cum off with warm water Danny wondered if his Secret Santa was just teasing him about having a real cock in his mouth or if she was going to try and push him into doing it. He couldn’t do it. He just couldn’t. That was far beyond anything he’d ever fantasized about and she must have known that, so of course she wouldn’t make him do that.

At least that’s what Danny hoped.