Christmas Dick (One-Handed Reads Book 1), Page 2

  “Yep.” I took a gulp of wine. “That’s what I asked.”

  Kaci giggled again.

  “That’s not what you asked. You asked if my name was fitting.” He took a step toward me, bringing his mouth within kissing distance of mine. “You want to know if I’ve got a big dick, get a fistful of it and decide for yourself.”

  A buzzer sounded, and the doors started to close. Without giving up his position, he wedged his left boot between the doors, causing them to open. He inched closer, pressing the lapel of his fur-lined coat against my chest.

  “Well?” he growled.

  I gazed back at him, frozen by uncertainty. It was go time, and I was stuck somewhere between what my mouth wanted to say and what my mind would allow me to do. I weighed the pros of beginning a journey I wouldn’t be able to walk away from once I started.

  I’d never see him again. The night would simply be a story I’d tell during future Christmas gatherings. It either be a tale of regrets or of accomplishments.

  I swallowed heavily and reached for his belt.

  Kaci stood with her back pressed tightly against the wall behind us. Somewhat blind as to her presence, I unbuckled his belt and blindly shoved my hand into his tight-fitting jeans.

  As I fumbled to find the answer, I gazed into his intense brown eyes. Then, I found it.

  It found me would be a more accurate statement.

  I’d been told in the past that my hands were dainty. I disagreed. They merely leaned toward the feminine side of average. Nonetheless, with his massive shaft gripped in my palm, I couldn’t get my fingers all the way around it.

  I could feel the blood pulsing thorough his giant chunk of manhood with each beat of his heart. Steadily and predictably, it pulsed.

  Da-duhm…da-duhm…da-duhm.

  Mine, on the other hand, was racing.

  Dadumdadumdadumdadumdadumdadum.

  He arched an eyebrow. “Well?”

  Kaci’s wide-eyed stare from behind him reminded me that Dick and I weren’t alone. I imagined her devouring a bucket of popcorn as she waited for the mystery of Dick’s dick to be solved.

  His shaft stiffened in my hand until it felt like a steel rod. As the elevator’s buzzer wailed from the overhead speakers and the doors repeatedly attempted to close, I squeezed it firmly and grinned a sly grin.

  “I think you should change your name,” I said flatly.

  He pushed his hips closer to mine. “To what?”

  “Tiny,” I said with a laugh. “I think it’s more appropriate.”

  Chapter 4

  “You ready to do this?” he asked through clenched teeth.

  With my hand tightly gripping the root of his throbbing shaft, I stepped from the elevator. Without many options to do otherwise, he, of course, followed closely. With wide eyes and wearing a cheesy grin, Kaci was one step behind him.

  Sloshing wine as I took backward steps, I led him away from the elevator. Standing in a corridor that resembled the one we’d just left, I took a cautionary glance over each shoulder.

  The glass doors that led to the adjoining space were closed, and the office beyond them was dark and unoccupied. Short of a decorative table and a picture placed opposite the elevators – and the three of us – the foyer was empty.

  It was definitely not a prime place – or situation – for sex. Nonetheless, I released his cock and put my hands against my hips.

  “Ready?” I asked, taking a quick glance at his twitching dick. “I am if you are.”

  My response no more than passed my lips, and he grabbed my shoulders and spun me halfway around. Now facing Kaci, I stared at her in wonder. Santa’s hand pressed against the middle of my upper back, forcing me to bend over.

  He flipped my dress over my waist. As I stood in front of him bare-assed and confused, his boot kicked against the inside edge of each of my heels, forcing me to widen my stance.

  “Spread those legs, or this might hurt,” he said.

  Still clenching half a glass of wine in one hand, and now facing Kaci, I searched her face for answers, affirmation that I’d made a good decision, anything…

  Before she could provide any means of reassurance, the sound of Dick’s voice thundered through the silence.

  “Hold her shoulders,” he growled.

  Kaci eyes shot to him.

  “Grab her shoulders,” he demanded. “Keep her from falling over.”

  Kaci met my gaze. She offered an apologetic widening of her eyes and a shoulder shrug. Quite certain that my bold mouth got me into some serious trouble, I watched as she set her purse and wine on the floor in front of me.

  Obviously interested in participating in the awkward three-way, she slipped my purse’s strap over my arm, and then gripped my shoulders firmly.

  “Okay,” she said cheerily. “I’ve got her.”

  He wedged his hand between my upper thighs.

  I spread my feet a little further apart.

  Then, without warning, he forced a finger inside me. It felt divine. My eyes fell closed.

  He added another, causing me to suck an uneven breath.

  My drunken decision making had placed me in some odd sexual situations in the past. Once, I fucked a stranger in the back seat of a taxi. Then, there was the time in college when I let one of Kappa Sig’s finest add a fraternity brother to the mix, and fucked them both until the rising sun brought me to my senses.

  Being fucked in a public hallway in the same building as my company’s Christmas party – while a subordinate employee steadied my shoulders – however, would undoubtedly take the prize for being the most awkward sexual situation of my life.

  Convinced if my eyes were cinched closed that what was happening wasn’t actually happening, I held them shut.

  His fingers worked in and out of my wetness with ease. Grateful that he had oversized digits – and fearing what was next – I let my drunken mind drift away while I focused on the frantic finger-fucking he was giving me.

  After an intense session of finger-sex, he began to mumble and shift around. Before I could agree, object, or even open my eyes in wonder, his fingers slid free of my confines. Then, the pressure of his massive cock being forced into me caused my eyes to shoot open.

  I looked up. Kaci’s gaze met mine. Her mouth was twisted into an awkward grin.

  “He’s huge,” she whispered.

  He pushed a few more inches of his thickness into me, all but bringing me to a premature climax in the process.

  “I’m…well…aware,” I grunted.

  After shoving what seemed like a mile of dick into me, he paused.

  Instead of wallowing in the weirdness of being fucked while Kaci steadied me from falling, I decided to embrace it.

  Satisfied that I had more cock inside my vaginal canal than I ever had in the past – or would in the future – I drew a preparatory breath, glanced over my right shoulder, and prepared for his reaction to what I was about to say.

  “Are you going to stand there with your thumb in your ass, or are you going to fuck me?” I asked.

  It was all the invitation he needed.

  He chuckled a dry laugh and shook the red felt coat from his shoulders. As it fell in a pile behind him, he reached for my hips. The tips of his tattooed fingers sank deep into my flesh.

  Then, he commenced to fuck me like a drunken tattooed Santa should.

  I met Kaci’s innocent gaze with a bug-eyed stare.

  “Show. Me. Your. Tits,” I breathed, spitting out one word with each stroke of his massive cock.

  My request could have been a grave mistake. With me being her boss, and she my subordinate, a lawsuit could have followed. Before I could retract my request – or apologize – she plopped one of her tanned tits from the cleavage of her dress.

  As Santa pounded himself into me from behind, Kaci steadied me. The force of him fucking me shook her, and in turn, caused her massive twenty-four-year-old tit to sway back and forth. I watched in wonder as the flesh jiggled in her hand.
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br />   According to the countless men who’d fondled them, I had incredible tits. Kaci was ten years younger than me, but my tits – even at twenty-four – couldn’t have held a candle to hers. They were a full D-cup, tan, and perfectly shaped. I’d never been with another girl, and wasn’t sure I was interested in crossing that bridge, but seeing her rolling her nipple between her thumb and forefinger was turning me on like nothing I could imagine.

  I decided to take it a step further. If nothing else, I could blame my actions on the alcohol we’d consumed.

  “Finger yourself,” I whispered.

  A worried look washed over her, but it didn’t last long. We gazed at each other for a silent moment, and then she released me.

  I braced my hands against my knees and watched as she peeled off her skin-tight black dress. Unlike me, she looked much better naked than clothed. Seeing her thick hips, narrow waist, and full breasts would be a sensual pleasure for anyone. With her eyes locked on mine, she pushed her panties down her thighs, slowly. I watched in awe as she unclasped her bra and tossed it into the pile of clothes at her side.

  Now standing before me completely naked, she twisted her hips back and forth nervously. She was in sexual agony, that much was clear. While I considered the what-if’s and why-not’s of being with another woman, Santa pulled his thick shaft from my folds, turned me to face him, and then barked out his next Christmas party command.

  “Bend over and open your mouth,” he said, his tone demanding, yet calm.

  I preferred getting on my knees to suck a man’s dick, and couldn’t think of one reason I’d want to go about it in such and awkward fashion. Before I could offer an alternate dick-sucking position, he shifted his eyes beyond me and gave further instructions to Kaci.

  “Hey, Blondie,” he said. “You’re going to suck her pussy while she’s sucking my cock."

  “Okay,” I heard her squeak.

  Well, there’s a first time for everything.

  Chapter 5

  Santa was on his back, using his wadded-up coat as a pillow. Hovering over him with my head in his lap and my ass hiked high in the air, I sucked his cock like I was paying off a debt.

  Kaci was behind me, with her tongue buried deep in my wetness. Having a woman lick my pussy was far more satisfying than having a man do it. Kaci knew exactly where to suck, how much pressure to apply, and how to use her tongue – and fingers.

  With Santa’s dick in my mouth, and Kaci’s tongue buried in my wet pussy, I was in holiday heaven.

  With the ability of a trained pussy-licking professional, she fingered me from behind as she licked me from top to bottom. Using the thumb of her opposite hand to stimulate my clit while she fingered and licked me, she quickly brought me to the edge and kept me there.

  The three of us went at it like we were filming a porn movie for an internet whack-off site. The sound of our moaning filled the empty corridor. I’d never been in such an odd situation – and doubted I ever would be again – but at that moment it was exactly what I needed – and wanted.

  Santa bucked his hips against my face, forcing more of his length into my mouth with each thrust. The smooth skin of the tip of his cock banging against the back of my throat was a huge turn-on, and kept me primed for Kaci’s fingers and tongue.

  I didn’t love sucking dicks, and I doubted anyone truly did. I did, however, find it sexually stimulating. Having Dick’s cock in my mouth while Kaci’s tongue was in my twat proved to be the perfect recipe for an earth-shattering orgasm.

  As I felt myself reaching climax, I groaned against the shaft of Dick’s dick. My expressed pleasure seemed to push Kaci to the edge of a climactic cliff. As proof, she became far more focused on pleasing me while I wailed in pleasure.

  In a three-way climactic chain of events, I groaned and sucked while Kaci moaned and licked. Santa raised his head and watched me mouth-fuck him with eager eyes. Within seconds, his breathing became irregular.

  His eyes widened with wonder.

  His cock swelled.

  Then, he erupted.

  His warm load filled my willing throat. Knowing I brought him to climax drove me to the climactic brink. I ground my throbbing pussy against Kaci’s face. She responded by burying her tongue deep inside of me while flicking her thumb against my throbbing clit.

  I rode her tongue like it was a stiff dick for as long as I was able. Then, I burst into a million little climactic pieces, filling the room with Christmas orgasm magic.

  As I collapsed against Dick’s flattened stomach, Kaci pulled away, arched her back, and finger-fucked herself while playing with her perfectly sculpted tits.

  Using two fingers, she pleasured herself. Pounding them in and out of her cute little pussy like a jackhammer, she writhed in pleasure while squeezing her massive boob with her free hand.

  She leaned back until her elbow rested against the floor. After spreading her legs wide enough to give us both a clear view of the action, she tugged on her nipple while fingering herself into oblivion.

  An earth-shattering wail of pleasure filled the room. Her muscles tensed and released repeatedly as she twitched with orgasmic pleasure. When the pleasure train finally came to a stop, she laid against my legs and tried to catch her breath.

  Santa raised himself onto his elbows, and silently admired the two of us. I laid motionless, taking ample time to recover from the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced.

  I scanned the room. A half-full bottle of beer sat on the floor by the elevator. One glass of wine lay beside it, on its side. Another glass of wine sat beside Kaci’s purse. Her clothes were piled up ten feet to her side. Off to the side, a used condom lay the floor.

  If anyone would have happened upon us, it would appear to be just what it was. Three drunken party-goers decided to have sex on a whim.

  A sigh of relief escaped me, knowing no one would ever be the wiser.

  The elevator dinged. I looked at Santa. He sprung to his feet and reached for his jeans. Kaci simply lifted her head.

  Then, the elevator doors opened.

  Chapter 6

  A man stepped from the elevator. Wearing dark wash jeans, a gray V-neck tee shirt, and black slip-on boots, he looked like a model out of a clothing catalog. He surveyed the debacle, chuckled, and shook his head lightly as if it was no big deal.

  While Kaci scrambled to get dressed, Dick laughed and pulled on his jeans. The stranger joined in the laughter, and then began walking toward us. Dick met him halfway to the elevator, and embraced the man in a hug.

  They held each other like long lost friends, exchanging niceties as they bro-hugged. After a few pats on the back, Dick turned to face us.

  “I’m glad you finally made it,” he said.

  The man alternated glances between Kaci and me. “A little late, though, huh?” he asked. “Looks like you’ve been busy.”

  Wait. What?

  “Oh, hell,” Dick said with a wave of his arm. “We’re just getting started.”

  With his arm draped over the man’s shoulder, Dick made his announcement. “This is Randy.”

  I wondered if the man was hoping to arrive while we were still engaged in a sexual daisy chain, or if he was called when Dick discovered the party, and simply took an inordinate amount of time to get to us.

  Regardless, I found it all amusing, and not necessarily in a good way. I coughed out a laugh. “You invited one of your biker buddies to crash the party?”

  Dick smiled a crooked smile and shrugged.

  Kaci pulled her dress on and rushed to the man’s side. “Hi, I’m Kaci.”

  He shook her hand. After looking her over, he glanced at me. “Are you sisters?”

  “No,” I snapped. “We’re co-workers.”

  He chuckled. “Sore subject, huh?”

  I shot each of the men a glare. After fuming for a moment, I decided not to spend the night being a bitch. Randy hadn’t done anything wrong. So far, he seemed to be politer than Dick, and that was a plus.

  I brush
ed the wrinkles from my dress and extended my arm. “I’m Tracey.”

  “Kaci and Tracey,” he said. “Has a nice ring to it.”

  His hair was cut short, and his face was cleanly shaven. A portion of a tattoo peeked out from each sleeve of his shirt, but the remaining portions of his arms were clean skin. He shook my hand and folded his arms across his chest.

  “So, what are we going to do?” he asked.

  “Pick up this mess and get a drink, I guess,” Dick said.

  Without hesitation, Randy turned toward the overturned glass of wine and picked it up. Then, he grabbed the bottle of beer. He surveyed the area, and upon seeing no other trash, gestured toward the elevator.

  “Ready?”

  “How’d you find us?” Dick asked.

  “Saw your bike outside, so I knew you were still here. Went to each floor until I found you. Figured you were escaping the Christmas sweaters and cheese logs.”

  I was relieved that he hadn’t been invited to join in on the three-way. Apparently, he was simply crashing the party with Dick. I smiled to myself at the thought of two grown men crashing company Christmas parties while I got into the elevator.

  “You guys do this often?” I asked.

  Randy cleared his throat. “Crash Christmas parties?”

  “Yeah.”

  He looked at Dick and then chuckled. “This is my first.”

  “Ditto,” Dick chimed.

  Relieved even more that Dick hadn’t spent a lifetime organizing Christmas orgies, I let out an inaudible sigh and glanced at Kaci. She stood on the far side of Randy, gawking at him with an open mouth while he looked over his left shoulder at Dick and me.

  Kaci was twenty-four and divorced. After a seven-year relationship with her high school sweetheart, she divorced him at twenty-three. Five of the seven years were spent disguising the bruises he left from the beatings he administered.

  The last year had been a learning experience for her, and she’d spent most of it sewing her wild oats with no intention of becoming committed. To an outsider it may have seemed reckless, but I saw it as a healthy alternative to an abusive relationship.