It’s that time again at work — Secret Santa.

I work in an office with ten females; apart from my manager, I’m the only other male. Our Christmas party was tomorrow, so we were opening our Secret Santa presents today. The manager handed them out. I was sitting at my desk when he came over with mine.

“This one is for you, Daryl — bigger than normal,” he said, placing it on my desk.

“Thanks. It’s probably two pairs of socks,” I laughed.

I lifted the parcel and noticed a note on the bottom. I picked it up and read it: “Open in private.” I looked around the office to see who was watching, but no one was. Curiosity got the better of me, so I went into the bathroom to open it. I went into one of the cubicles and sat down.

As I unwrapped the gift, another note fell onto the floor. I picked it up and read it:

“I hope you enjoy your Christmas present this year. You’ll never guess who sent this to you — hahahaha.”

I opened the box, and inside was a pink Fleshlight. I’d heard of them but had never used one before. I was completely confused — who in the office would send this to me? Had they got it wrong?

There was a small bottle of lube and what looked like instructions — but it was actually another note:

“I know you’re not getting much sex at home, so I hope this helps you out. From your naughty elf.

P.S. This is an actual mould of my pussy that I had made for you. Maybe one day you’ll get the real thing.”

I was confused — but also turned on. I had no idea who did this. I sat there for about five minutes trying to figure it out. In the end, I decided to go back to my desk and carry on as normal. I put the gift in my locker so no one would ask to see it.

The next morning, I arrived at work and said good morning to everyone. Our intern, Megan — 21, single, bubbly, and has the biggest tits at work — was wearing a very short, sexy elf costume, showing a lot of cleavage and side-boob, red stockings, black high heels, and an elf hat. My mouth dropped open.

As the party went on, we were all pretty drunk. I was talking and flirting with Jasmine, having a laugh. God, I hope it was her, I thought. With the drink and flirting, I was getting turned on. Then Megan came over and handed me a card.

“Merry Christmas, Daryl,” she said, kissing me on the cheek before walking off.

I opened the card. It read, “Merry Christmas, Daryl, you sexy man. I hope you enjoyed my present. xxx”

Before I could react, Megan returned.

“Excuse me, Jasmine — you’ve been hogging him all night. Now it’s my turn.”

We danced to a few Christmas songs. Then a slow one came on. I tried to walk away, but she grabbed me close.

“You’re going nowhere,” she giggled. “We’re not finished — we haven’t even started.”

She held me tighter. My head was spinning. I can’t do this — I’m a married man, I thought. But God, I’m so turned on.

“Did you enjoy your Secret Santa present?” she whispered.

“By the feel in your trousers, I think you did.”

“I haven’t used it… yet,” I whispered back.

“You’re a bad liar,” she laughed. “Want to try the real thing?”

She led me to the elevator and pressed the third-floor button. As soon as the doors closed, she was all over me. We were kissing and touching each other. When the elevator stopped, she pulled me into an empty office.

“This floor is empty,” she said. “No one works here.”

She sat on the desk and spread her legs. “Taste me.” I could see how wet and smooth her pussy is.

I dropped to my knees, tasting her sweet, smooth pussy, until she moaned loudly and climaxed. She pulled me up, kissed me hard, then pushed me onto the desk and undid my costume, getting my hard cock out.

“You’re bigger than I thought you’d be,” she said, running her tongue over me. “Mmmmmm precum.”

She teased me until I was barely holding on, then climbed on top of me. Teasing cock up and down her pussy lips. Til she slid down onto me deep, fucking me slowly moving. She climaxed again, then I lifted her of me, bent her over the desk, and continued to fuck her hard and deep. We heard a crash, which made us both freeze. A few seconds later, I continued fucking her, spanking her ass.

“I’m going to cum,” I warned.

“Not inside me — on my tits,” she said.

I came so hard over her big tits.

“That’s a big load,” she said.

She rubbed my cum all over her tits and even rubbed her clit again. She’s very naughty.

“We need to get back before anyone notices,” I said.

Walking back, we agreed to keep it a secret and that it was a one-off. I let her return first and waited ten minutes.

“Where were you, Daryl?” Lisa asked.

“Went outside for some air,” I replied.

I noticed Jasmine staring at me. When I went over, she said quietly, “Did you enjoy Megan?”

My blood ran cold — until she laughed.

“Yes, I followed you both. Very naughty. I was hoping it would be me tonight. Don’t worry — your secret is safe with me… for now. But you owe me.”

She winked and walked away smiling.

Is she blackmailing me? I wondered.