‘Sexy Mindy, you look like a very naughty little elf,’ Susie whispers in my ear. ‘I’d love to lick that tight pussy of yours.’
I pull away and flash a smile at my boss, ‘I bet you would, but I have plans. Here, finish this champagne for me.’ I hand her my drink and give her a swift peck on the cheek.
Outside, the bitter December cold assails me with an icy vigour. I cross the road and notice how illuminated the town is, the air giddy with Christmas spirit. I look at the star that sits on top of the massive Christmas tree that seems to dominate the square and I make a wish. Again. My virginity is a cumbersome burden upon my soul and heavier than any sack Santa Claus could pack.
I don’t see him; I can only hear his footsteps behind me. I stop to straighten my black striped stockings before surreptitiously adjusting my green, crotchless satin panties. Easy access is the key. I toss my elf hat in the nearest bin and pull my hair out of its scrunchie. I shake my scarlet hair that would in an ideal world cascade down my back, instead it hangs at the nape of my neck. Ah well, my hair and lack of length can wait. Tonight, I am the proverbial siren. Sexier than Rhianna and dirtier than Miley.
I bend down and fiddle with the laces on my black ankle boots, flashing my predator a glimpse of tiny slit and as I stand up, he grabs my arm and pulls me into the dark alley that separates a traditional sweet shop and a tacky Christmas thrift store.
Pushing me against the wall before forcing my hand on his stick cock, he pushes up my skirt and I feel his fingers rub my clit before one roams inside my secret place. I gasp and revel in the strength of his thighs as he forces my legs apart. As he teases my hole with his cock, I feel relieved and appreciative all at once. Yes, I am glad I have chosen him to be my first but more importantly I am jubilant inside that I agreed to take part in his sick fuck of a fantasy.
The fantasy has been ongoing for a while and by December it was at the top of my Christmas list, and I told him so in my last text. I think he knew that my patience was wearing thin because there is only so much teasing a girl can take.
Back to the present, he lifts me slightly so he can manoeuvre his cock inside me and after a few tries he manages it, and I feel my pussy pop. This is music to my virgin ears that he has created just for me. It is my very own Christmas symphony and now the tune is finally playing I don’t want it to stop.
However, nothing lasts forever, and his cock explodes violently, soaking my pussy with his dirty, sneaky fare. I watch as his body semi sags, and his pants create circles of steam in the air. He slips his cock back into his jeans and looks at me as if he is awaiting some kind of applause but his performance, I had found a little lacklustre.
‘Months of teasing just for that?’ A half-hearted grimace is all I can muster.
He frowns, ‘I thought it was great considering the setting.’
‘You were the one who suggested it,’ I snap. ‘You built this whole scenario to epic proportions and told me this would be the best Christmas present ever, and it was crap.’
‘I’m not arguing, Mindy, this is hardly the time or the place.’
I push my bag over my shoulder and sigh, ‘You may as well give me a lift home because I am assuming you have told my mother you are coming to pick me up from the office Christmas party?’
He nods.
‘Go on, get the car then. I am not walking farther than 20 yards in these pathetic boots you bought me. Plus, I could have enjoyed my lesbian boss licking my cunt and instead I wasted my time on you.’
*****
On Christmas Day I take a selfie as I lie on my bed with a piece of tinsel in my hair, wearing a bra and knickers set that is adorned with tiny pieces of mistletoe, before throwing on some shitty Christmas pyjamas my mum bought me. Sulkily I walk downstairs, the laughter in the living room annoying me no end. I manage to turn my absolutely fuming frown upside down before breezily walking in.
‘Merry Christmas darling,’ my mum exclaims. ‘Look at what Alan has bought me.’ She holds out her hand and shows me a huge, sparkling diamond ring.
‘That’s lovely,’ I manage as she hugs me, and I glare at Alan over her shoulder.
‘He’s not managed to get you a present yet, Mindy, but I told him you won’t mind. You can wait until he goes to the Boxing Day sales, can’t you?’
I hug her tightly and kiss her cheek, ‘Of course I can.’
‘See Alan, I told you she wouldn’t mind. Oh, he was such a worry pot last night thinking you might be upset, Mindy.’
I look at him. ‘Aw, there’s no need to worry, Alan, I am sure you will give me something nice.’
‘All is mended then, right open your presents darling, I hope you like them.’ My mum gushes for a few minutes before she spends the next hour telling all her friends that she is now engaged.
I unwrap the presents and to be fair they are lovely but what is even better is literally feeling Alan squirm and so he should the bastard, leading me on like that.
Over Christmas dinner I send Alan the photo I took that morning with the caption, ‘You better fuck me good Boxing Day or I’m telling my mum.’
