On the night before Christmas ...

On the night before Christmas ... On the night before Christmas ...

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Sarah Jayne is alone in the office, and feeling lonely on Christmas eve ...

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Sarah Jayne is alone in the office, and feeling lonely on Christmas eve ...

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Submitted: December 06, 2012

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Sarah Jayne looked around the office and sighed. Three O’clock on Christmas Eve. But someone had to stay to answer the phones. The phones that hadn’t rung for … she checked her watch. Two hours. She took one more guilty glance around the office, then double clicked the icon on her mail. Her latest story - she had been up with it into the night, and now was a perfect time to get on with it. But still … She read the last sentence she had typed on the bus on the way in this morning:
Louis had come to her at last, she could hear him, dismissing the guards from her door, disregarding them as he was disregarding her husband. But Phillippe could do nothing, could not resist the will of the King of France, just as she couldn’t. She shut her eyes, pretending to be asleep, but her heart pounded at his nearness, and fire breathed in her belly. The door handle creaked …

Sarah glanced up one more time to check she was alone, but she could feel the urge drawing her onwards, as it always did. The words came to her in a torrent, and her efficient secretarial nails tapped away at her keyboard.

The door closed firmly behind him, and she heard the click of the key turning in the lock. Her breath was coming in shallow pants, but still she feigned sleep. “Ma petite …” called out the most powerful man in the country. “My darling Angelique.” She heard him part the heavy hangings that shrouded her bed, and the give of the mattress as he sat on the edge. She felt another movement she couldn’t identify, then felt hot breath on her lips, and a quick, possessive kiss before he drew away. She opened her eyes to see him leaning over her. She had told him she didn’t want him, but now his strong masculine face hovered near her, his hot breath lingered with hers, and the fire below gave the lie to her words. She parted her lips again slightly, inviting him to take them again, and he did. His kiss was so thorough, so ruthless she felt limp in the circle of his arms, and as his tongue stroked the inside of her mouth she felt as though it were caressing every part of her. He held her ever tighter, and she felt the bulge of his excitement against her thigh. She thought of the rumours and she was frightened, instantly he pulled away. “What is it, ma Petite?”, he whispered, pulling down her hair so it tumbled to the bolster. He buried his face in it, inhaling her scent, so clean, so womanly. His lips again sought hers, and this time the kiss was so sweet and tender that as he pulled away a faint groan escaped her. She flushed with embarrassment to have her need so exposed, but the king merely chuckled, and stroked her cheek.

Voices interrupted Sarah’s focus, and she looked up, flushing guiltily, but it was only the sound of the girls from the next office, back from their boozy lunch. She watched their silhouettes safely past the door, letting her mind roam back to Angelique’s bed chamber. She had been building up to this moment for chapters - stolen kisses, gifts, an exciting horse ride. Unconsciously she crossed and uncrossed her legs. She had to get this just right …

“Not so innocent as you would have me believe hmm, ma Petite?” His hand drew down the side of her face to her neck, chasing the line of her nightgown, his fingers brushing the tops of her breasts. She whimpered faintly, her breath coming in short uneven bursts as his lips followed his fingers, tracing a line of fire on the delicate skin of her neck, soothing with hot tongue and chaste kisses the skin atop her breasts. In a single motion he pushed the ruched silk down, exposing the milky white globes with their heavy pink nipples, drawing the right one into his mouth with a groan like a man dying. His other arm held her firm, pulling her against him while he pressed his body and the bulk of his excitement against her. She arched her back into his suckling, lifting her breasts shamelessly to him, and he kissed and massaged the delicate flesh.

Sarah paused, suddenly aware that her knickers were soaked through and her breathing was rough and unsteady. She looked around furtively, still knowing that no one was there. Still. This was why she didn’t write at work. She checked the clock again. Three fifteen. Another two hours and fifteen minutes until she could head home. Not that anything was waiting for her there. Jeff would be on the motorway by now, heading up to his parents. Although he wouldn’t have been much good anyway. She thought of the last time they had had sex; Jeff, grinding away on top of her like some machine, her own moans of pleasure 100% fake. She went to save the work she had done and close the window. Better not to think about it. Better to just look for dresses on the internet for new years. She crossed her legs and a little buzz of pleasure shot deep into the heart of her belly. Fuck it. It was Christmas Eve. She deserved this. Angelique deserved this.

He pulled down the heavy bed clothes, exposing her in her silk nightgown, her breasts spilling free from the fabric, her face flushed with excitement, her hair spread upon the bolster like a halo. Louis had known from the moment he saw her that he had wanted to possess her, and now that she was nearly his - nearly, and so willingly! - he could scarce control his excitement. Steeling himself,  he peeled off his jacket and shirt, sitting over her so she could admire his masculine chest. He arranged himself gently to one side of her, pressing skin to skin, allowing her free arm to stroke the hard muscles underneath. He pressed kisses to her face, her eyes, her skin, and finally her lips. She opened her lips to him, drawing him in, sucking gently on his lower lip in a way that made him groan and pull her tight. She tilted her head back, deepening the kiss, pressing her warm full breasts against his skin, and the sense of her excitement made his erection swell further, creating an agony of pleasure in his groin. Through the fog of lust he remembered her arching her back up, presenting those luscious breasts to him. He pulled away, suddenly, gripping the nightgown between his hands. The delicate silk was easy to tear and he ripped it open, hearing her cry out in protest. He pushed his hand over her mouth. She was naked on the bed before him, gaze dropping from her breasts to her belly and those wide, womanly hips, and the thatch of dark hair that was lower still. He caught glimpses of slick pink flesh amongst the hair, and looked over again her flushed face and parted lips. She had pretended not to want him. But now, here was the truth, Louis thought. And he would make her admit it. He would make her beg.

The close scrutiny of his gaze made her heart beat, and cold air rushed over her, tightening nipples already like rocks from his kisses. He simply knelt, looking at her, making her heart pant and the little patch of hair between her legs dampen. He moved so he was knelt between her legs, and then began pushing, moving them further and further apart. She opened her mouth to object, but he stopped it with one large hand. He leant over her again, his breath teasing her lips, but he refused to kiss her, trailing a tantalising row of kisses down her skin to her breasts. She tensed, ready for him to take the nipples in his mouth but he resisted, trailing kisses instead down her belly, kissing the top of her mound, teasing the sensitive skin at the top of her thighs. She was panting raggedly, undone by his hot lips and the feel of his smooth skin against hers. Her hips writhed as he refused to lay kisses on those sensitive nubs of skin which most desired it. “What is is, ma petite?” he breathed the words onto her sensitive slit. “Tell me what you want.” But she had no words for the lump of flesh which craved his touch, only knowing that at the crest of her opening was a place where sensation went wild. She reached an elegant hand between her legs, showing him what she wanted. “Oh ho, ma petite,” he chuckled, pulling her fingers away. That is cheating. But I like it.” and he dropped his lips to her clitoris, licking and sucking, his wayward tongue stroking the softness of her nether lips. He gripped her writhing hips and used her groans of pleasure to guide him as he pushed her over the edge of ecstasy.

The door startled Sarah from her fantasy, and she looked up like a rabbit flushed from it’s hiding place as a man stepped into the room. “Merry Christmas,” he said. It took her a moment to realise he was from UPS, and he was holding a parcel under one arm. “Hi,” she managed, smiling brightly and fakely, standing up to take the parcel, which was addressed to one of the other girls. “Last minute Christmas present?” he suggested, with a smile that might have been a leer. “I hope not. She went home three days ago!” She tried to chatter normally but she felt like her arousal was coming off her in waves. He was standing close enough that she could smell his spicy aftershave, which didn’t help - men wearing aftershave was so sexy. Glancing down she realised her nipples were rock solid and visible through her shirt. She looked up again to see him watching her with an amused smile, like he knew exactly what was going on. He smiled again, this time it was definitely full of promise, and she could practically smell the sex on the air. “All alone?” he asked. Her mind fluttered in outrage, but her body was begging for release, and the muscle definition beneath his shirt was hard to ignore. As was the outline of something else, lower down. “Mmmm hmmm,” she agreed. “Little old lonely me on Christmas Eve.” She smiled, suddenly sure she had the upper hand, and turned back to her desk. She instantly saw her story open on the desktop, and went to shut it, but he was behind her, and his hand was on hers, fighting for control of the mouse. “... he dropped his lips to her clitoris,” he whispered hotly in her ear, “licking and sucking, stroking the softness …” he paused and she was glad to feel his hard cock throb where it was pressed against her leg. “My, my,” he murmured, a voice that dripped honey into her ear. “Should you be doing this at work?” Her attempt to answer was cut short as his hand stroked slowly up the back of her right leg, working the skirt up so that half of her backside was exposed. She was wearing sheer tights, and underneath them a tiny red lace thong that did nothing for her modesty. He gripped the waistband of the tights and tugged, exposing a round little butt-cheek to the cold office air. A jolt of pain and loud smacking sound echoed round the office. She gasped - in her heightened state a single caress could have sent her over the edge. He pulled her hand from the mouse, firmly positioning her hands on the edge of the desk, and gripping them there in one of his large ones. The other hand pushed up the rest of her skirt, exposing her arse and the damp fabric of her red thong. Her words swam before her on the screen, and she wondered momentarily if this was wise, before a single finger pressed on the wet fabric between her legs and she gasped. Christ, she needed this. She writhed against him, feebly trying to pull her hands out of his encircling ones. He laughed and gripped her tighter, pressing his cock against her butt through his trouser legs. “Too many fancy words for me, sweetheart,” he growled in her ear. “I’d rather just fuck you and get on with it.” As he snarled the word fuck into her ear a stab of excitement curled through her belly. “Go on then.” She tried to make it challenging, but an involuntary whimper broke from her lips as he worked a finger inside the thong. He slid it between her slick lips and levered the thong out of her ass crack, pulling it sideways and exposing her plump pussy. He pressed two fingers into her, stroking her inside with quick rhythmic caresses. “Oh god.” she groaned, dropping her head and biting her wrist. Shamelessly her body strained backwards towards his fingers, wanting more of what he was giving her. He moved sideways, his fingers still fucking her. “Don’t move,” he warned as he released her wrists. “Unless you want me to stop.” She kept her hands clenched to the desk, gasping in rhythm with his thrusts. His free hand gripped his belt, undoing it and his trousers below. He reached into the gap, drawing out a thick swollen cock. Involuntarily, she licked her lips and swallowed. He eased the foreskin back, away from the engorged, purplish head. Small droplets of precum gathered on the tip, and he guided it to her waiting mouth. She licked the tip, circling the head with the tip of her tongue and sucking gently, drawing from him moans of approval. His hand released his cock and caressed her hair, then gripped her head, drawing her in, making her gag as it pressed against the back of her throat. “Fuck, yes …” he hissed, groaning deep in the back of his throat. The noises sent an extra flood of arousal through her, and she wriggled on his fingers. He responded, thrusting his fingers deeper into her, generating moans that vibrated through his cock. “Fuck!” he groaned, pulling out of her gasping mouth, dripping saliva across the floor. He pulled her roughly around and positioned himself against her entrance, pausing a heartbeat before thrusting the whole way in. She cried out and lost her grip on the desk as he tore deeply into her. He gripped her hips and drew her against him, supporting her while filling her tight pussy. She pressed against him, loving the feeling of being so full, writhing against him as waves of pleasure rolled out from her centre. She felt the world expanding, then contracting around her and she realised she was coming harder than she ever had before. She gripped the hands around her hips, driving her nails into them as every muscle went into spasm. She moaned deeply; “fuck - oh fuck!” she gasped, plummeting over the edge into oblivion. He thrust home as her pussy tightened around him, feeling his balls tighten, and everything swam as he gathered her in his arms, shooting home with her.  

She stumbled as he pulled away and gripped the desk to steady herself. She tugged her skirt down, feeling dampness slipping down her legs. Alice always had tissues on her desk - she reached over and grabbed a few, using one to wipe herself, passing another to the guy who was now tucking himself away. She pulled her thong back over her sensitive pussy, trying not to gasp as it rubbed against the delicate skin. She looked up at him. “Well, thanks.” He smiled lazily back at her, and strolled to the door. “You have a good Christmas, now.” He walked out, leaving Sarah to collapse on her wheeley office chair, waiting for her heartbeat to slow down. She jumped as a piercing noise split the air. It was the phone. She checked the clock. four thirty. She pulled the phone to her, a hint of a smile playing around her lips. “Good afternoon, Wormholt, Hayes and Beanford, how can I help?” under the table, she crossed her legs, enjoying the faint afterglow that warmed through her.


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