Exposed: Marla and the Mall Santa Page 4

  Playing with my nipples (which he seemed to really like), I widened my legs for him, exposing my nearly hairless cunt. His gaze bounced between my crotch and my tits like a kid in a candy store trying to choose his favorite. He shoved a pillow beneath my ass until he got me exactly where he wanted me. Kneeling between my thighs, he rubbed the blunt head of his cock through my slickness. Without warning, he thrust into me. The shock of it made me gasp in a good way. I pinched my nipples harder, rolling them between my fingers and arching my back to take him at the best possible angle.

  He filled me completely. There was almost no room for him to move, but that didn’t stop him. Gripping my legs for purchase, he came at me hard, pounding into me. His thumb strummed my desperate clit and in no time at all, I came. He rode me through it. As soon as I crested he pulled out, pushed my legs down, and straddled me.

  Grabbing my boobs, he made a nest for his cock, still wet from my pussy, and thrust between my giant mounds. He shouted when he came, shooting his steaming cum on my neck and chest. It seemed to go on forever. His cock milk ran down my shoulders. I swiped a finger through it and sucked on it. His eyes widened and his dick pulsed out a final squirt that hit me on the chin. I licked it up like ice cream. His jizz tasted fantastic.

  He kissed me open-mouthed just as aggressive and unapologetic as he fucked. I gripped his head, holding him to me as we mashed his cum between us. Messy sex was the best sex.

  He cradled my tits in his hands. “These are so fucking hot with my cum on them,” he said. “Any time you want a pearl necklace you call me.” He thrust his tongue in my mouth one more time before climbing off me and joining the other guys across the room.

  I left Goldir’s jizz on me. It was erotic. Like he’d marked me or something.

  Nestor rose to his feet and came toward me like a man on a mission. Out of all of them I connected with him the most. There was something about this sexy elf that jingled all of my bells. His cock bounced as we walked. He wasn’t the biggest and he wasn’t the smallest. He was just right. For me anyway. I couldn’t wait to find out what he had in store for me.

  He removed the pillow from under my ass, laying me out flat. And then he just stood there over me. The look in his eyes should’ve scorched, but there was something else there too. Something that looked and felt a lot like affection. He circled me. There wasn’t an inch of my body he hadn’t already seen, but gazed at me as though seeing me for the first time. My first instinct was to put my hands up and cover myself. He saw too much, more than just my skin.

  I wanted to tell him to get on with the banging already, but he wasn’t to be rushed. He lay down next to me and put his arms around me. There was something careful and purposeful about the embrace and nothing at all sexual about it, which threw me off guard. That’s why we were all here. To fuck. Not him.

  When he put his lips to mine I melted as though this was my very first kiss. He held my face as he kissed me. His tongue swept past my lips. I opened for him. He tasted of mint and smelled like sex. His body pressed to mine felt right, like we were a matched set. Even though we didn’t line up the usual way because of his height, we fit. There’s no other way to put it.

  He pulled back and gazed into my eyes. I smiled and he smiled back.

  “Hi, beautiful,” he said.

  “Hi, handsome.”

  His thumb smoothed along my jawline. Even though we weren’t alone it felt like it was just the two of us in this room. Everything else melted away. He trailed a line of kisses down my neck. I arched into him, giving him better access. This wasn’t going to be a mad coupling. No. He was going to take his time with me. I shivered as he brushed his hand over my nipple, then cupped my large breast. I was more than a handful, more than two handfuls. His mouth moved across my skin, creating a burning path.

  I ran my hands over his body, mapping the layout. I loved the way his ass curved out from his back so forthright and proud. I gripped it in both hands as he wedged his leg against my pussy. His mouth found my breast and he drew my nipple deep into his mouth. His other hand was busy at my other breast. I writhed under him. This man knew what he was doing. It was a slow buildup. Anticipation mingled with desire into a heady brew and I was drunk off it.

  His mouth and hands were magic. My body was on fire for him. He made his way down my body, kissing and licking a path that left me panting. He entered me slowly. My pussy adjusted to accommodate him, closing around him. His cock was a perfect fit almost as though we were made for each other. He moved in and out of me slowly, building the pleasure like a great architect. There was nothing plain or vanilla about this. It was everything. He was everything. His mouth closed over my nipple and I gasped. I was so close.

  His rhythm increased. I was swept away on a tide of whispered praise mixed with the slap of flesh on flesh. He worked over me, taking me higher and higher until I broke, coming on a choked sob. It was beautiful. He was beautiful as he ground hard against me and spent himself inside me. He sagged on top of me. The weight of him felt good and I imagined more times like this with him, our bodies as close as two people can get. I wanted this. I wanted him.

  He pulled out of me and crawled up my body. I melted into his kiss, giving over to the feelings I was beginning to have for him.

  “I’m yours if you want me,” he whispered against my lips. “I don’t mind sharing sometimes. I like to watch. I especially like to watch you.”

  I caressed his hair back from his face. “You truly wouldn’t mind?”

  “If you were mine—really mine—I’d want you to be happy. And the truth is I get off on seeing you with other guys, watching you come. You’re sexy as hell, Marla.”

  He whispered my name, breaking the rules. We weren’t supposed to use our real names. It went against the guidelines of the fantasy. My surprise must’ve shown on my face because he did the most extraordinary thing.

  “I’m Neil.”

  I smiled up at him. “Hi, Neil.”

  He grinned back and he was even more handsome than ever. “Hi, Marla.” He gave me a quick, hard kiss. “My turn’s over. I better go.”

  “Wait.” I stopped him before he climbed off me. “Will I see you after this?”

  He winked. “Maybe.” And then he was gone.

  I closed my eyes, going over everything he’d told me and what Goldir and Adasser had said. Could it be? Could they possibly want to take this fantasy into reality? Was that even possible? How would we work that out in the real world?

  Santa pressed the long length of his body against mine, trailing a hand up and down my curves. He licked the shell of my ear and I shivered. He was all about the oral. I loved oral. Both giving and receiving. I missed the feel of Nestor—no, Neil—on top of me, but I was heavily anticipating what Santa might do to me. He kissed me deeply and I got the first hint of how it was going to be to have his mouth on my pussy. Insane. The man had a magic tongue. Not only that, he knew how to use his whole mouth, including his teeth and lips.

  It wasn’t long before I was squirming under him, anxious for the feel of his mouth down south. As if reading my thoughts he sucked, kissed and licked his way down my body until he got to the main show. Moving between my thighs, he parted my legs, opening me up to him. He stared at my pussy for a long time, then licked his lips. An illicit thrill raced up my spine. He grabbed a pillow and propped my ass on it. He nodded, seemingly satisfied with my position and then got down to it.

  Pointing his tongue, he licked around my clit, swirling the tight bud. He started slow as if he had all night. That laziness was my undoing. I relaxed back and let him take me where he wanted. Where we went was a one-way ticket to pleasure town. Easing two fingers into me, he stroked my inner wall right over my g-spot. He was a maestro, playing me like a Stradivarius. He took me to heights I didn’t realize I could go.

  He changed the angle and tempo of his tongue, using it to vibrate against my clit. My inner walls shook with the beginnings of my orgasm. I thrashed my head on the pillows, almost
fighting against the inevitable. A third finger joined the fun, then a fourth, filling me completely. I arched into his hand and mouth, clamping a hand on his head to keep him right where I wanted him. Bliss. Nirvana. Fireworks. The whole shebang. He drew it out and then clamped his mouth down on my clit and sucked. I lost it.

  He rode me through it, holding me down so he could draw out my climax to the max. I don’t know how long it went on but I’m pretty sure I celebrated a birthday and every other holiday in the year. I came down to find Santa grinning at me over the top of my mound, his face wet with my juices. That had to be the most erotic sight I’d ever seen. I trembled in the aftermath, not sure I’d ever be the same. No one had ever eaten me out like that before. I doubted they ever would again. Santa brought me the best present.

  He gave me a hard smacking kiss, transferring some of my wetness to my lips. I licked them, tasting myself. That seemed to have a galvanizing effect on Santa. His cock jerked and dripped on my belly.

  “Not yet,” I told him, taking hold of his cock and squeezing. “You’re coming in my mouth. I can’t wait to taste you.”

  He groaned and flopped down beside me, his arms and legs splayed. He was all mine to do whatever I wanted with. And what I wanted was his cock in my mouth. It was my turn to move between his legs, spreading them wide. I found a handy bottle of lube and squirted some on my fingers. He followed my motions, letting out a sound somewhere between agony and ecstasy when he saw that I’d lubed all four of my fingers.

  He tipped his head back as I took hold of his cock. It was beautifully formed and leaned just a tad to the left. I licked him from his balls to just under the head of his cock, then swirled my tongue under the lip, applying a little extra pressure to the V. Several drops of pre-cum bubbled up. I ignored it despite dying for a taste of him, continuing my slow torture. He gripped the pillows in his fists as I slipped a finger past his anal ring. With my first swipe across his p-spot his hips flexed and he let out a low, primal moan.

  I glanced at my men across the room. All three of their cocks were hard and ready. They liked watching me pleasure another man. I liked showing them what I could do. They jerked on their dicks, masturbating to the show before them. There wasn’t any sexier sight in the world.

  I redoubled my efforts on Santa’s cock. It was long and thickly veined and as hard as a diamond. I was going to make this so good for him and the other guys watching. They’d talk about this night, this coupling years from now. I swiped my tongue across his cum slit, sighing as I finally got a taste of him. Delicious. I couldn’t wait to have his hot jizz shoot down my throat. I pulled my finger out of his ass and added a second one. His head and heels dug into the pillows. The sound he made caused my pussy to drip. So hot.

  I took his cock fully into my mouth, experimenting with how far he could go. I opened the back of my throat and sucked hard, drawing him deep. He groaned, his hips lifting and helping me do the job. I worked a third finger into his ass and I thought he was going to lose it with the noise he made. An answering echo came from my guys across the room. They were living vicariously through Santa. Good. I’d do them all like this, I vowed, knowing it probably would never be.

  By the time I slid my fourth finger past his anal ring, he was inconsolable. I stroked him inside, while sucking him down like a Hoover. His hips jerked and his hot cum shot into my mouth, filling it. His hoarse cry reverberated around the room. All four of my guys came at once. Shooting their loads, their gazes boring into me. Never had I known such satisfaction in pleasuring a man. No. Men. I’d managed to get them all off at the same time.

  I pulled my fingers out of Santa’s ass and my mouth off his cock. Finding hand wipes close by, I cleaned my fingers, then climbed up Santa’s body to kiss him. He grabbed me roughly, rolling so that I was under him.

  “Your mouth is incredible,” he whispered roughly. “And your cunt…” He sighed. “Unbelievable. I have to have you again.”

  “I’d like that, but I don’t know if it’s possible.”

  He nodded. “I know. The damn rules.”

  Just then, chimes went off and the lights flickered.

  It was over.

  7

  The rest of the weekend drug by slowly. I was sore from my sexcapade, but I had no regrets. It was exactly what I’d wanted. I only wished I could’ve kept my guys. I got something from each of them that I didn’t want to give up.

  I walked into the lobby of my office building in downtown Chicago Monday morning a little bow-legged and more satisfied than I’d ever felt in my life. I waved at the security guard as I strode to the bank of elevators. I’d taken extra care with my hair, makeup, and wardrobe that morning, wanting to appear as sexy and satisfied as I felt. The guard did a double take. He’d only ever gone as far as a friendly wave before. This time he took me in from head to toe and back again.

  By the time he finished I was a little moist in the panties and watched with a sly smile as he adjusted his junk. I winked at him and his mouth fell open. I guess there was something to the saying that the sexiest thing a woman can wear is confidence.

  I joined the queue waiting for the elevator. There was quite a crowd this morning. In front of me was a tall man with white hair. Probably a partner in one of the firms in the building. I didn’t pay much attention to the big wigs. I was a lowly secretary to a CEO, not exactly making the big bucks. My weekend extravagance had set me back quite a bit and used up all of my savings. But it was worth it. I smiled just thinking about it. A man in a suit next to me gave me the once over. I batted my eyelashes at him, then looked away like I didn’t care about him. Who was this woman who openly flirted with strangers, meeting their gazes and not caring what they thought?

  It looked like the weekend had changed more than my financial situation.

  The doors of the elevator opened and everyone crowded in. I managed to muscle my way in. Just before the doors closed a man stuck his hand between them and they reopened. Someone in the back complained. I rolled my eyes, then sucked in a breath at the sight of Goldir entering the elevator car. What was he doing here?

  He acted as though he had no idea who I was, just like he was supposed to. I stared down at his head in front of me, remembering the feel of his thick cock inside me. My nipples puckered and I tugged my sweater closed to hide them. Did he not recognize me? You’d think you’d remember someone you’d screwed six ways to Sunday and back. The car stopped on a floor and we all shuffled around to let whoever had pressed the button off. I got shoved off to the side as we readjusted so I couldn’t see the person who entered the car.

  The elevator resumed its climb, stopping on four more floors. My office was near the top. I had to factor into my morning routine the time it took to get to my floor on top of the time it took just to get to my building. I was going to be late at this rate. I hadn’t taken all these stops into consideration. More people came and went and I got stuffed into a corner next to Goldir. Should I say something? What would I say? That was a great fuck fest, wasn’t it? Are you as sore as I am?

  No. That wouldn’t do.

  I could ask him if he knew Nestor…I mean Neil. Maybe he had his number.

  I tapped him on the shoulder. “Excuse me.”

  He glanced up at me his face blank. “Yes?” No recognition.

  Now what?

  “You look very familiar,” I said. “Have we met?”

  He looked me up and down. “I’d remember if we did.”

  “So would I,” a man I couldn’t see in the other corner said.

  I strained to spot him with no luck. The doors opened again and there was more shifting. Goldir disappeared. I ended up with a man with a serious hard-on behind me. He brushed me with it before I moved away. I made a face. Why did guys think that was okay to do?

  On the floor before mine, the elevator emptied except for Goldir, boner man, and me. I kept my eyes on the number above the door. The elevator passed my floor.

  “Damn it.” I hit the button, but it just ke
pt going.

  I’d have to go to the top floor and then come back down. I was going to be late. Double damn it!

  The car went all the way to the top floor. When the doors opened I sucked in a breath and took a step back right into boner man who gripped my arms. I looked up at him—Santa—then back at Nestor (no…Neil) and Adasser entering the elevator. I didn’t know what to do. I was too shocked to move, my feet stuck to the floor. As soon as the door closed Neil hit the emergency button, keeping us from moving.

  “W-w-what’s going on?” I gasped.

  Neil stepped toward me. He was sharply dressed, as were my other guys, in a three-piece suit and tie. Very sexy.

  “That’s Greg.” Neil gestured toward Goldir, then to Adasser, then Santa. “And that’s Adam and Sam. We have a proposition for you we’re hoping you’ll consider. We went through a lot of trouble to find you and set this up. We’re hoping you’ll say yes.” He glanced at the other guys. “They’re as hot for you as I am.” They each nodded in turn. Neil took my hand. “But they’re not looking for anything permanent. I am.”

  I didn’t know what to say.

  Adasser…Adam took my other hand. Santa…no, Sam’s arms came around me from behind. Greg or Goldir leaned against the wall of the car, giving me a look like he knew exactly what I had up my skirt. And damned if he didn’t.

  “I’m n-n-not sure what you want from me,” I stammered, enjoying the feeling of having my guys all around me again.

  “We want to fuck you when we want to fuck you,” Sam whispered in my ear. “No strings attached. Neil wants more than that, but he’s willing to share. He likes to share.”

  Neil nodded.

  “H-h-how exactly would this work?” I asked.

  Greg adjusted his cock through his pants. “We call you when we’re in the mood. You let us know if you’re in the mood. Or you can call us. If it works out there’s a fuck fest. If not, we try another night.”