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JoAnne’s Christmas Curse: Part 2
JoAnne’s Christmas Curse: Part 2
A Bike Messenger Received.
Based on a post by Todd 1 72,
in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
In the morning, JoAnne only found one skirt and jacket; with
a remarkable short skirt. And the only shoes had six inch spike heels.
Fortunately the long wool overcoat was back, so at least she could probably make
it to the office without being ravished, although as horny as she was waking
up, any ravishing was more likely to be her doing anyway.
JoAnne shrugged off her coat as she walked past Lillian's
desk, the super-short skirt eliciting an appreciative "ooh" from
Lillian.
Then, Lillian said, "Um, shit. JoAnne, the secretary
offsite training is today, so I have to leave in like five minutes; we're
supposed to head out to some lame team building exercise thing."
JoAnne flinched. Lillian, cute as ever, stood up and stepped
into the inner office with her.
Lillian continued. "I, um, was really hoping to finish
all that, um, dictation we started yesterday, but I just got a call saying
there are no excused absences. Human Resources is adamant."
JoAnne forced a smile on her face. "Not your fault. I
was really hoping we could; um, go over that last part again today. Maybe you
could read it back to me tomorrow though."
She felt Lillian's warm hand slide up the back of her skirt
and gently grab her bare ass, a fingertip just pressed against her asshole.
Lillian smiled sweetly as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.
"I hate to wait that long, but I'll go over my notes so
I can read it back exactly right."
JoAnne shivered, glanced out the door to make sure nobody
was in the outer office, then whispered into Lillian's ear, "God, I was so
looking forward to dragging you in here this morning. You'd better run while
you still have some clothes on!"
Lillian gave her a chaste peck on the cheek, then slipped
out the door.
Shit. Alone. Horny as hell.
JoAnne settled in to get some work done. The morning dragged
by, Joanne having to find every file, and never quite sure where to look. She
was surprised at how much she actually had undervalued her secretaries; the Byzantine
filing system used by the company for hard copy files, was certainly not
designed for amateurs. By late afternoon, she found herself frustrated; sorting
through file cabinets, looking for a 10-year old file. She was looking in the
second lowest cabinet when she heard someone behind her, clearing his throat.
JoAnne whirled. The same bike messenger as usual, stood with
a package; and gilt edged green envelope in hand. From where he had been
standing, he must have had a clear view of her full ass, as she bent over the
files. With the super-short skirt and no panties, it didn't take a genius to
figure out what he'd seen. She glanced down at his thin spandex cycling shorts
surreptitiously. Yep. Hard-on. Giant hard-on. She could see each vein in the
trellis texture wrapping around the wide girth of his cock.
"How long have you been standing there."
"About 90 seconds, I just came; in. I mean came
in."
"I'll bet." She snatched the big bubble-wrap envelope
from his hand. Ripped it open and read the gilt and ivory card.
All it said was, "He's all yours." She felt the
now-familiar tingling, surge through her. The package had a very nice Christmas
bath towel with ivory and gold trim.
She stared at the muscular bike messenger, stepped around
him; then closed, and locked the office door.
"Three questions. No bullshit."
He raised an eyebrow, "Yes?"
"You married?"
"No."
"Steady girlfriend?"
"No."
"Straight?"
"Yes."
"Fine. I can see you're horny." She gestured at
his monstrous hard-on. "You've eyed me every time you've come in here; and
if I don't get laid in the next few minutes, I'll go insane."
Her skirt and blouse hit the floor, and before he could even
respond, she was on her knees and pulling the spandex shorts to his ankles. Her
mouth was on his massive cock before he could even finish stepping out of his
shoes and pull his shirt off. The taste was amazing, she felt like she couldn't
get away; every lick made her crave him even more.
She could barely get her hand around the shaft, so she began
stroking his massive pole with both hands; spreading as much of her saliva on
his cock as she could manage, then she began pumping his cock in and out of her
mouth, getting a little deeper with each stroke. She felt his hands grip her
hair, and he slowly began to take over the rhythm, and driving in a little
deeper each time.
She felt a flash of anger as she realized he was just
fucking her mouth, just using her! The feeling of anger flashed into heat that
seemed to center on her pussy. She groaned around the thrusting pole. His cock
went in deeper and she sucked harder, slurping as he pulled back. Fuck, it felt
great, just to act like a total slut! She moved her hands back around, to grab
his muscular ass, and began pulling him in harder.
She should have been gagging and choking on his cock; it was
going halfway down her damn throat! But apparently Holly had also turned off
her gag mechanism or something. He must think she was a total whore to be able
to deep throat him like that. The more she thought about it, the more it turned
her on. She grabbed his ass hard and pulled him right up to her, feeling his
cock slide down her throat until her lips were all the way down. She held him
that way, listening to him groan, then she very slowly slid him out of her
burning mouth, looking up at him and making hard eye contact.
Just as he was almost out of her mouth, she let her teeth
touch the head; then sucked him all the way in again. After four times, his
eyes were starting to lose focus, so she finally let him slide all the way out,
his cock glistening with her saliva.
"You're not getting off that easy; I said I need to get
laid. I need to get fucking pounded!"
JoAnne led him over to the desk then she laid down on. With
ass right at the edge, she pulled her knees up until they were right at her
tits. The bike courier guy didn't hesitate at all, plunging his steel rod in
all the way to the hilt. Even as wet as she was, the huge pole filling her;
induced a gasp.
"Oh yeah! Now just fucking hammer that pussy!"
He complied without a word, his balls slapping against her
ass with each drive. Moaning loudly, she stretched her legs up, then rested her
heels over his shoulders, and began tweaking her hard nipples. With all her
frustration earlier, her orgasms didn't take long to arrive; gushing hot juice
as her inner muscles contracted on the giant cock. Feeling the force of her
orgasm, he started to slow.
She snarled through gritted teeth, "Keep fucking, god dammit!
Don't stop or I'll slap the shit out of you!"
He grinned and continued ramming into her steaming hole; it
took two more hard climaxes, before she could feel herself relax. He began to
pick up speed, and she could see from his face; he was nearly there. Suddenly
the desk slid; and his cock popped out, pointed right at her; just as a
fountain of sticky white cum erupted. JoAnne felt the first rope, splattering
upward from her stomach, to her tits, and finally her face. Then a second rope
came even harder and longer. Since her mouth was open, she got a good taste of
the hot jizz. Her mouth filled up, just as the second rope a jizz abated. She stared
directly into his eyes as she swallowed it all. A third rope commenced, hitting
her right between the eyes. It spread evenly in both lateral directions.
Covering her eye shadow and cascading down over her eyelids, and flowing over
her high cheekbones. It ran along her jaw, and dribbled into the ravine of her deep
cleavage.
That bitch! JoAnne was sure she could hear Holly’s
haunting giggle.
He staggered back. "Shit, I'm sorry, the damn desk slid;
I, uh;”
She waved him off, licking the cum off her lips. "Don't
worry about it; furniture has a mind of its own sometimes."
He dressed hurriedly while she toweled herself off. After he
was gone, she checked her hair one last time for cum droplets and headed home.
That night, her vibrator was buzzing pretty late.
Three on a match
The next morning, one of the red outfits was hanging in the
closet; see through white blouse, red skirt, red jacket; and the now-normal
high heel red shoes. Not a stitch of underwear, of any type, of course. The
skirt seemed longer than they had been, the last few days, and the neckline was
a little less obvious. With the jacket closed and fully buttoned, she could
probably be seen in public without getting arrested. Another Christmas card lay
on her counter, all it said was, "Be Helpful! Helping Others Can be
Fulfilling."
Lillian wasn't in the outer office. Just as JoAnne settled
into her chair, Lillian, wearing a cute little gray skirt outfit, came in,
leading a small young woman with light brown hair and huge glasses, into the
room.
"JoAnne, this is Mouse, from the IT office. She is
going to replace the Video conference set-up this morning; a lot more than the
cable, was bad."
"Mouse"; gave a weak smile, which clearly showed
where she had picked up her nickname. The resemblance to a friendly, cute,
cartoon mouse was uncanny. She had two prominent front teeth and her ears even
stuck out enough to make the image perfect. Well, as long as she was here,
there was no way JoAnne was going to get Lillian alone.
JoAnne moved to Lillian's desk while Lillian and Mouse struggled
with the connections. Mouse, working in the secure comms closet, while Lillian
kept reconnecting cables under the desk. JoAnne watched Lillian's cute round
ass, wiggling around as she swapped out yet another piece of the system, while
Mouse adjusted settings on the master board in the closet; occasionally closing
the door to see the whole panel.
Going down a couple floors, to Security; to sign for a new
badge and computer token that would work with the new conference system, was a
relief for JoAnne.
As she walked back into her office, closing the outer door
behind her, the first thing she saw was Lillian's yummy ass, still wiggling
from under the desk. Looking around, she noted that everyone seemed to be still
at work, just as she’d left them.
So that means Mouse was still in the comms closet, with the
door almost shut. Grinning evilly, JoAnne slid up behind the desk and the
lovely ass of her assistant was exposed. She rolled up her desk chair and
seated herself, then slid one hand up her inner thigh; slowly; whispering,
"As soon as we're alone, I'm eating that sweet pussy, until you scream! Then
I'm fucking your brains out with Carlos!” That was the nickname she gave
her new strap-on dildo harness setup.
Lillian didn't say anything, but spread her legs further. JoAnne
then saw the jeweled stem of a lovely ass-plug, deeply set in Lillian’s
lovely asshole. Where did Lillian get this lovely accessory from?
She let her fingers cruise up the soft inner thigh. Much to
her excitement, Lillian wasn't wearing any panties; and she was very, very wet.
JoAnne began to finger her in earnest, massaging the rapidly swollen clit and
dripping pussy rapidly. Lillian was thrusting back against her hand, so she
quickly slipped two fingers into her, pumping in and out until she heard a soft
moan and felt Lillian's pussy muscles contacting rhythmically on her fingers.
Hearing the rattling at the comms closet door, she rapidly
stood up and acted as if she was in the middle of a conversation with Lillian:
"So we may have to stay later tonight until we get this sorted out."
Lillian stepped out of the comms closet. Stunned Joanne
looked down at the desk as Mouse slipped out from underneath it, with a huge
mousey grin, flushed face and a great deal of hair out of place. Belatedly,
Joanne realized Mouse was also wearing a gray skirt, just like Lillian's.
"I'll stay as late as you want, Ma'am! Gosh Lily, you
said she was great to work for, but I didn't know she was this great!"
Lillian looked confused.
Mouse's grin got even wider. "Lil, she didn't know we
switched places; she thought I was you.”
Turning back to the director, Mouse continued; “Miss
Steadman, It was great!
Mouse was euphoric and giddy. “LiI, haven't gotten
laid since the last time we did the amateur-night strip club thing, you know?
The time you and I had too much tequila, ended up in the oil-wrestling pit, and
went home together? And Miss Steadmann was really good! Normally I'd scream if
someone just slid their hand up my skirt, but it was so obvious she thought it
was you! And I thought it would be funny; she promised to fuck my brains out as
soon as we were alone. So I was going to say something, but her fingers felt so
good; going up my thigh, and I kept putting off saying anything. And I've been
so horny all week. I mean; I can masturbate, but it just isn't the same as
having someone else do it to you. And she knows just how to use her fingers; I
came so hard, I thought I would pass out. Gosh Lily, you need to learn to
share!"
Mouse said the entire thing in one breath, which made
Lillian begin to giggle, then Mouse joined in and finally JoAnne broke down and
began to laugh.
Breathlessly, JoAnne gasped out, "I'm so sorry, I've
just been so crazy horny for the last week."
Mouse giggled, "You should jump the bike courier guy; makes
me wet every time he walks through the office. I end up fingering myself under
the desk!"
"I jumped him yesterday, and screwed his brains
out."
"Oh my gosh! Is he as good as he looks? I'll bet he's
hung like a horse!"
"Huge; he's just hung like a stallion!. But I'm still
horny as hell!"
After they finally managed to stop laughing, Mouse looked
thoughtfully at the outer office door. Her wicked mouse-grin got wider. She
pulled a doorknob sign out of her bag. It said;
"Tech Support. Sensitive
Hardware Installation; Keep Out."
She walked to the outer office door, pulled it open, hung
the sign on the outer knob, then closed and locked it with an evil mousey leer.
"Looks like later to me!"
JoAnne felt Lily reach around her and begin unbuttoning her
blouse, pausing for a moment to gently tease JoAnne's hard nipples. Mouse
dropped her skirt to the floor and walked towards the cleared off desk.
"So Miss Jo, you said something about; making me
scream?"
Jo shivered as Lily pulled her blouse down off her shoulders
while tracing up the nape of her neck with the hot tip of her tongue.
Lily whispered in her ear. "I'm holding you to that,
too. You may have said it to her, but you thought you were promising it to me.
Looks like double duty for you."
It was over two hours later when JoAnne finally walked out
on wobbly legs. She was even a little sore; Mouse, it turned out, had a
fondness for wearing the strap-on and her compact little body had more strength
than anyone would expect. JoAnne was also very glad she'd been using the
vibrator on her ass so regularly; her earlier attack on Lily's ass had brought a
rather delightful but slightly over the top retribution from Lily.
Mouse and Lily seemed very comfortable with each other, and
it was pretty clear they were a lot fonder of each other than either of them
really realized. To be honest JoAnne wondered why she'd noticed.
Dropping off to sleep was easier than ever. After a few
minutes with her vibrator of course.
The Third Package
When JoAnne woke the next morning, naked as usual, she
glanced in the mirror; her little holly leaf was very much edged in gold now; and
the hair seemed to be turning a dark green. At least her closet was looking a
little more benign this morning; the ever present red jacket, a regular white
silk blouse; hardly transparent at all; her now-perpetually-excited nipples
poked through, but she was getting used to that. And the skirt was actually
just a little shorter than her usual choice. The heels were almost an inch
higher than before, but that was a pretty easy trade-off. The shoes, at least,
were comfortable.
As she strolled into her kitchen, she found Holly, and
another incredibly busty elf perched on the counter, looking over a couple of
scrolls. Both were drinking coffee from her coffeemaker.
"A black elf?"
Holly and the new elf looked up at her. The black elf threw
her a sharp look.
"What, is she racist, too?"
Holly shook her head, and held up her scroll. "Nope.
Just ignorant."
Holly looked over at JoAnne. "Elves aren't born, we're
recruited."
"From where?
"Everywhere. I was recruited in Germany over 900 years
ago. Koko here was recruited from Johannesburg about 80 years ago."
JoAnne really wanted to know what the hell they were doing
in her kitchen, but pushing Holly had proven to be a really bad idea, so she
tried to be conversational.
"So what's the recruitment profile? I mean you'd have
to have some kind of criteria." She looked at the two of them critically
for a second. "Cause If I was going to guess, I'd assume it had something
to do with having tits like honeydew melons."
Koko gave a lopsided grin. "That's part of the 'elf upgrade
package.' The Big Guy has a thing for giant knockers, so you lose a little
height and gain half dozen cups sizes. They firm up and stick out, too. Gwyneth,
our head supervisor, is over 800 years old, and she still has very little sag."
She reached up with her hands and jiggled her boobs. "They're really
sensitive, too. Definitely worth the trade."
"Doesn't that make your back hurt?"
Holly laughed. "Christmas Magic, Baby."
"The Big Guy is?"
"Santa Claus, Pere Noel, Father Christmas. Yep, he's
real."
"And he likes big knockers. Do you guys, uh?"
Koko shook her head, eyes wide. "Nope, He's a one-woman
guy, and Lady Winter isn't somebody you'd want to piss off. She doesn't mind
skin and jiggle all around him, doesn't mind looking at it, herself. But I'd
hate to think what would happen if anyone was stupid enough to go after and
seduce him."
Holly nodded. "She actually does the upgrades, I think
the giant ta-tas are her idea, anyway."
She suddenly looked a little serious. "So, anyway; Koko
here is from the Legal Oversight office. She's responsible for making sure all
the legal criteria are met for this kind of stuff. Christmas Lesson Curses, you
know."
"She's a lawyer?"
Koko stiffened. "Oh? So I can't be a lawyer now?"
JoAnne flinched. "No, I mean, I guess, I just never
thought of Elves as needing lawyers."
Koko relaxed a bit. "We have divisions to do
everything: management, logistics, manufacturing, recruiting, and, of course;
the elves who go out and spread Christmas cheer, the 'Jingle Girls,' that's by
far our biggest division."
Holly caught Jo's eye. "She has to make sure that I'm
not misusing power, make sure you deserved the curse. All that kind of
stuff." There was an almost pleading look in her eye.
Koko nodded, sipping her coffee and picking up a scroll from
the counter. "Somebody, who I won't name, but who's initials are 'Holly
Mistletoe' is kind of sloppy with paperwork and has gotten her ass in trouble
before; for overreacting. In fact, she's on probation. One more misuse and
she's back in the toy factory, putting eyes in those creepy little dolls."
Holly shuddered.
Jo shrugged. "So what do you need to know?"
"Okay. Let's see. Were you knowingly and deliberately
rude to her, contrary to the Spirit of Christmas?"
"Yeah, I kinda was. More than 'kinda.' I knocked her on
her ass."
"On purpose?"
"I don't know. More, not giving a shit."
Koko's eyes slid sideways accusingly towards Holly, who
looked a little stricken.
Jo suddenly felt a little sorry for Holly, even though she'd
started this whole thing. "Oh yeah, I did tell her to 'Fuck off.' Twice.
And definitely I meant that. I tried to get her thrown out of the
restaurant." She saw reli
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In the morning, JoAnne only found one skirt and jacket; with
a remarkable short skirt. And the only shoes had six inch spike heels.
Fortunately the long wool overcoat was back, so at least she could probably make
it to the office without being ravished, although as horny as she was waking
up, any ravishing was more likely to be her doing anyway.
JoAnne shrugged off her coat as she walked past Lillian's
desk, the super-short skirt eliciting an appreciative "ooh" from
Lillian.
Then, Lillian said, "Um, shit. JoAnne, the secretary
offsite training is today, so I have to leave in like five minutes; we're
supposed to head out to some lame team building exercise thing."
JoAnne flinched. Lillian, cute as ever, stood up and stepped
into the inner office with her.
Lillian continued. "I, um, was really hoping to finish
all that, um, dictation we started yesterday, but I just got a call saying
there are no excused absences. Human Resources is adamant."
JoAnne forced a smile on her face. "Not your fault. I
was really hoping we could; um, go over that last part again today. Maybe you
could read it back to me tomorrow though."
She felt Lillian's warm hand slide up the back of her skirt
and gently grab her bare ass, a fingertip just pressed against her asshole.
Lillian smiled sweetly as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.
"I hate to wait that long, but I'll go over my notes so
I can read it back exactly right."
JoAnne shivered, glanced out the door to make sure nobody
was in the outer office, then whispered into Lillian's ear, "God, I was so
looking forward to dragging you in here this morning. You'd better run while
you still have some clothes on!"
Lillian gave her a chaste peck on the cheek, then slipped
out the door.
Shit. Alone. Horny as hell.
JoAnne settled in to get some work done. The morning dragged
by, Joanne having to find every file, and never quite sure where to look. She
was surprised at how much she actually had undervalued her secretaries; the Byzantine
filing system used by the company for hard copy files, was certainly not
designed for amateurs. By late afternoon, she found herself frustrated; sorting
through file cabinets, looking for a 10-year old file. She was looking in the
second lowest cabinet when she heard someone behind her, clearing his throat.
JoAnne whirled. The same bike messenger as usual, stood with
a package; and gilt edged green envelope in hand. From where he had been
standing, he must have had a clear view of her full ass, as she bent over the
files. With the super-short skirt and no panties, it didn't take a genius to
figure out what he'd seen. She glanced down at his thin spandex cycling shorts
surreptitiously. Yep. Hard-on. Giant hard-on. She could see each vein in the
trellis texture wrapping around the wide girth of his cock.
"How long have you been standing there."
"About 90 seconds, I just came; in. I mean came
in."
"I'll bet." She snatched the big bubble-wrap envelope
from his hand. Ripped it open and read the gilt and ivory card.
All it said was, "He's all yours." She felt the
now-familiar tingling, surge through her. The package had a very nice Christmas
bath towel with ivory and gold trim.
She stared at the muscular bike messenger, stepped around
him; then closed, and locked the office door.
"Three questions. No bullshit."
He raised an eyebrow, "Yes?"
"You married?"
"No."
"Steady girlfriend?"
"No."
"Straight?"
"Yes."
"Fine. I can see you're horny." She gestured at
his monstrous hard-on. "You've eyed me every time you've come in here; and
if I don't get laid in the next few minutes, I'll go insane."
Her skirt and blouse hit the floor, and before he could even
respond, she was on her knees and pulling the spandex shorts to his ankles. Her
mouth was on his massive cock before he could even finish stepping out of his
shoes and pull his shirt off. The taste was amazing, she felt like she couldn't
get away; every lick made her crave him even more.
She could barely get her hand around the shaft, so she began
stroking his massive pole with both hands; spreading as much of her saliva on
his cock as she could manage, then she began pumping his cock in and out of her
mouth, getting a little deeper with each stroke. She felt his hands grip her
hair, and he slowly began to take over the rhythm, and driving in a little
deeper each time.
She felt a flash of anger as she realized he was just
fucking her mouth, just using her! The feeling of anger flashed into heat that
seemed to center on her pussy. She groaned around the thrusting pole. His cock
went in deeper and she sucked harder, slurping as he pulled back. Fuck, it felt
great, just to act like a total slut! She moved her hands back around, to grab
his muscular ass, and began pulling him in harder.
She should have been gagging and choking on his cock; it was
going halfway down her damn throat! But apparently Holly had also turned off
her gag mechanism or something. He must think she was a total whore to be able
to deep throat him like that. The more she thought about it, the more it turned
her on. She grabbed his ass hard and pulled him right up to her, feeling his
cock slide down her throat until her lips were all the way down. She held him
that way, listening to him groan, then she very slowly slid him out of her
burning mouth, looking up at him and making hard eye contact.
Just as he was almost out of her mouth, she let her teeth
touch the head; then sucked him all the way in again. After four times, his
eyes were starting to lose focus, so she finally let him slide all the way out,
his cock glistening with her saliva.
"You're not getting off that easy; I said I need to get
laid. I need to get fucking pounded!"
JoAnne led him over to the desk then she laid down on. With
ass right at the edge, she pulled her knees up until they were right at her
tits. The bike courier guy didn't hesitate at all, plunging his steel rod in
all the way to the hilt. Even as wet as she was, the huge pole filling her;
induced a gasp.
"Oh yeah! Now just fucking hammer that pussy!"
He complied without a word, his balls slapping against her
ass with each drive. Moaning loudly, she stretched her legs up, then rested her
heels over his shoulders, and began tweaking her hard nipples. With all her
frustration earlier, her orgasms didn't take long to arrive; gushing hot juice
as her inner muscles contracted on the giant cock. Feeling the force of her
orgasm, he started to slow.
She snarled through gritted teeth, "Keep fucking, god dammit!
Don't stop or I'll slap the shit out of you!"
He grinned and continued ramming into her steaming hole; it
took two more hard climaxes, before she could feel herself relax. He began to
pick up speed, and she could see from his face; he was nearly there. Suddenly
the desk slid; and his cock popped out, pointed right at her; just as a
fountain of sticky white cum erupted. JoAnne felt the first rope, splattering
upward from her stomach, to her tits, and finally her face. Then a second rope
came even harder and longer. Since her mouth was open, she got a good taste of
the hot jizz. Her mouth filled up, just as the second rope a jizz abated. She stared
directly into his eyes as she swallowed it all. A third rope commenced, hitting
her right between the eyes. It spread evenly in both lateral directions.
Covering her eye shadow and cascading down over her eyelids, and flowing over
her high cheekbones. It ran along her jaw, and dribbled into the ravine of her deep
cleavage.
That bitch! JoAnne was sure she could hear Holly’s
haunting giggle.
He staggered back. "Shit, I'm sorry, the damn desk slid;
I, uh;”
She waved him off, licking the cum off her lips. "Don't
worry about it; furniture has a mind of its own sometimes."
He dressed hurriedly while she toweled herself off. After he
was gone, she checked her hair one last time for cum droplets and headed home.
That night, her vibrator was buzzing pretty late.
Three on a match
The next morning, one of the red outfits was hanging in the
closet; see through white blouse, red skirt, red jacket; and the now-normal
high heel red shoes. Not a stitch of underwear, of any type, of course. The
skirt seemed longer than they had been, the last few days, and the neckline was
a little less obvious. With the jacket closed and fully buttoned, she could
probably be seen in public without getting arrested. Another Christmas card lay
on her counter, all it said was, "Be Helpful! Helping Others Can be
Fulfilling."
Lillian wasn't in the outer office. Just as JoAnne settled
into her chair, Lillian, wearing a cute little gray skirt outfit, came in,
leading a small young woman with light brown hair and huge glasses, into the
room.
"JoAnne, this is Mouse, from the IT office. She is
going to replace the Video conference set-up this morning; a lot more than the
cable, was bad."
"Mouse"; gave a weak smile, which clearly showed
where she had picked up her nickname. The resemblance to a friendly, cute,
cartoon mouse was uncanny. She had two prominent front teeth and her ears even
stuck out enough to make the image perfect. Well, as long as she was here,
there was no way JoAnne was going to get Lillian alone.
JoAnne moved to Lillian's desk while Lillian and Mouse struggled
with the connections. Mouse, working in the secure comms closet, while Lillian
kept reconnecting cables under the desk. JoAnne watched Lillian's cute round
ass, wiggling around as she swapped out yet another piece of the system, while
Mouse adjusted settings on the master board in the closet; occasionally closing
the door to see the whole panel.
Going down a couple floors, to Security; to sign for a new
badge and computer token that would work with the new conference system, was a
relief for JoAnne.
As she walked back into her office, closing the outer door
behind her, the first thing she saw was Lillian's yummy ass, still wiggling
from under the desk. Looking around, she noted that everyone seemed to be still
at work, just as she’d left them.
So that means Mouse was still in the comms closet, with the
door almost shut. Grinning evilly, JoAnne slid up behind the desk and the
lovely ass of her assistant was exposed. She rolled up her desk chair and
seated herself, then slid one hand up her inner thigh; slowly; whispering,
"As soon as we're alone, I'm eating that sweet pussy, until you scream! Then
I'm fucking your brains out with Carlos!” That was the nickname she gave
her new strap-on dildo harness setup.
Lillian didn't say anything, but spread her legs further. JoAnne
then saw the jeweled stem of a lovely ass-plug, deeply set in Lillian’s
lovely asshole. Where did Lillian get this lovely accessory from?
She let her fingers cruise up the soft inner thigh. Much to
her excitement, Lillian wasn't wearing any panties; and she was very, very wet.
JoAnne began to finger her in earnest, massaging the rapidly swollen clit and
dripping pussy rapidly. Lillian was thrusting back against her hand, so she
quickly slipped two fingers into her, pumping in and out until she heard a soft
moan and felt Lillian's pussy muscles contacting rhythmically on her fingers.
Hearing the rattling at the comms closet door, she rapidly
stood up and acted as if she was in the middle of a conversation with Lillian:
"So we may have to stay later tonight until we get this sorted out."
Lillian stepped out of the comms closet. Stunned Joanne
looked down at the desk as Mouse slipped out from underneath it, with a huge
mousey grin, flushed face and a great deal of hair out of place. Belatedly,
Joanne realized Mouse was also wearing a gray skirt, just like Lillian's.
"I'll stay as late as you want, Ma'am! Gosh Lily, you
said she was great to work for, but I didn't know she was this great!"
Lillian looked confused.
Mouse's grin got even wider. "Lil, she didn't know we
switched places; she thought I was you.”
Turning back to the director, Mouse continued; “Miss
Steadman, It was great!
Mouse was euphoric and giddy. “LiI, haven't gotten
laid since the last time we did the amateur-night strip club thing, you know?
The time you and I had too much tequila, ended up in the oil-wrestling pit, and
went home together? And Miss Steadmann was really good! Normally I'd scream if
someone just slid their hand up my skirt, but it was so obvious she thought it
was you! And I thought it would be funny; she promised to fuck my brains out as
soon as we were alone. So I was going to say something, but her fingers felt so
good; going up my thigh, and I kept putting off saying anything. And I've been
so horny all week. I mean; I can masturbate, but it just isn't the same as
having someone else do it to you. And she knows just how to use her fingers; I
came so hard, I thought I would pass out. Gosh Lily, you need to learn to
share!"
Mouse said the entire thing in one breath, which made
Lillian begin to giggle, then Mouse joined in and finally JoAnne broke down and
began to laugh.
Breathlessly, JoAnne gasped out, "I'm so sorry, I've
just been so crazy horny for the last week."
Mouse giggled, "You should jump the bike courier guy; makes
me wet every time he walks through the office. I end up fingering myself under
the desk!"
"I jumped him yesterday, and screwed his brains
out."
"Oh my gosh! Is he as good as he looks? I'll bet he's
hung like a horse!"
"Huge; he's just hung like a stallion!. But I'm still
horny as hell!"
After they finally managed to stop laughing, Mouse looked
thoughtfully at the outer office door. Her wicked mouse-grin got wider. She
pulled a doorknob sign out of her bag. It said;
"Tech Support. Sensitive
Hardware Installation; Keep Out."
She walked to the outer office door, pulled it open, hung
the sign on the outer knob, then closed and locked it with an evil mousey leer.
"Looks like later to me!"
JoAnne felt Lily reach around her and begin unbuttoning her
blouse, pausing for a moment to gently tease JoAnne's hard nipples. Mouse
dropped her skirt to the floor and walked towards the cleared off desk.
"So Miss Jo, you said something about; making me
scream?"
Jo shivered as Lily pulled her blouse down off her shoulders
while tracing up the nape of her neck with the hot tip of her tongue.
Lily whispered in her ear. "I'm holding you to that,
too. You may have said it to her, but you thought you were promising it to me.
Looks like double duty for you."
It was over two hours later when JoAnne finally walked out
on wobbly legs. She was even a little sore; Mouse, it turned out, had a
fondness for wearing the strap-on and her compact little body had more strength
than anyone would expect. JoAnne was also very glad she'd been using the
vibrator on her ass so regularly; her earlier attack on Lily's ass had brought a
rather delightful but slightly over the top retribution from Lily.
Mouse and Lily seemed very comfortable with each other, and
it was pretty clear they were a lot fonder of each other than either of them
really realized. To be honest JoAnne wondered why she'd noticed.
Dropping off to sleep was easier than ever. After a few
minutes with her vibrator of course.
The Third Package
When JoAnne woke the next morning, naked as usual, she
glanced in the mirror; her little holly leaf was very much edged in gold now; and
the hair seemed to be turning a dark green. At least her closet was looking a
little more benign this morning; the ever present red jacket, a regular white
silk blouse; hardly transparent at all; her now-perpetually-excited nipples
poked through, but she was getting used to that. And the skirt was actually
just a little shorter than her usual choice. The heels were almost an inch
higher than before, but that was a pretty easy trade-off. The shoes, at least,
were comfortable.
As she strolled into her kitchen, she found Holly, and
another incredibly busty elf perched on the counter, looking over a couple of
scrolls. Both were drinking coffee from her coffeemaker.
"A black elf?"
Holly and the new elf looked up at her. The black elf threw
her a sharp look.
"What, is she racist, too?"
Holly shook her head, and held up her scroll. "Nope.
Just ignorant."
Holly looked over at JoAnne. "Elves aren't born, we're
recruited."
"From where?
"Everywhere. I was recruited in Germany over 900 years
ago. Koko here was recruited from Johannesburg about 80 years ago."
JoAnne really wanted to know what the hell they were doing
in her kitchen, but pushing Holly had proven to be a really bad idea, so she
tried to be conversational.
"So what's the recruitment profile? I mean you'd have
to have some kind of criteria." She looked at the two of them critically
for a second. "Cause If I was going to guess, I'd assume it had something
to do with having tits like honeydew melons."
Koko gave a lopsided grin. "That's part of the 'elf upgrade
package.' The Big Guy has a thing for giant knockers, so you lose a little
height and gain half dozen cups sizes. They firm up and stick out, too. Gwyneth,
our head supervisor, is over 800 years old, and she still has very little sag."
She reached up with her hands and jiggled her boobs. "They're really
sensitive, too. Definitely worth the trade."
"Doesn't that make your back hurt?"
Holly laughed. "Christmas Magic, Baby."
"The Big Guy is?"
"Santa Claus, Pere Noel, Father Christmas. Yep, he's
real."
"And he likes big knockers. Do you guys, uh?"
Koko shook her head, eyes wide. "Nope, He's a one-woman
guy, and Lady Winter isn't somebody you'd want to piss off. She doesn't mind
skin and jiggle all around him, doesn't mind looking at it, herself. But I'd
hate to think what would happen if anyone was stupid enough to go after and
seduce him."
Holly nodded. "She actually does the upgrades, I think
the giant ta-tas are her idea, anyway."
She suddenly looked a little serious. "So, anyway; Koko
here is from the Legal Oversight office. She's responsible for making sure all
the legal criteria are met for this kind of stuff. Christmas Lesson Curses, you
know."
"She's a lawyer?"
Koko stiffened. "Oh? So I can't be a lawyer now?"
JoAnne flinched. "No, I mean, I guess, I just never
thought of Elves as needing lawyers."
Koko relaxed a bit. "We have divisions to do
everything: management, logistics, manufacturing, recruiting, and, of course;
the elves who go out and spread Christmas cheer, the 'Jingle Girls,' that's by
far our biggest division."
Holly caught Jo's eye. "She has to make sure that I'm
not misusing power, make sure you deserved the curse. All that kind of
stuff." There was an almost pleading look in her eye.
Koko nodded, sipping her coffee and picking up a scroll from
the counter. "Somebody, who I won't name, but who's initials are 'Holly
Mistletoe' is kind of sloppy with paperwork and has gotten her ass in trouble
before; for overreacting. In fact, she's on probation. One more misuse and
she's back in the toy factory, putting eyes in those creepy little dolls."
Holly shuddered.
Jo shrugged. "So what do you need to know?"
"Okay. Let's see. Were you knowingly and deliberately
rude to her, contrary to the Spirit of Christmas?"
"Yeah, I kinda was. More than 'kinda.' I knocked her on
her ass."
"On purpose?"
"I don't know. More, not giving a shit."
Koko's eyes slid sideways accusingly towards Holly, who
looked a little stricken.
Jo suddenly felt a little sorry for Holly, even though she'd
started this whole thing. "Oh yeah, I did tell her to 'Fuck off.' Twice.
And definitely I meant that. I tried to get her thrown out of the
restaurant." She saw reli
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