“Night, Jason. Have a good Christmas!”
“Night, Kim. See you in the New Year!”
I smiled to myself as I left the office. Almost as timid as I was, Kim was as alluring as ever, her shy smile warming my insides.
I’d been working there for nearly a year now. Eleven fabulous months with five of the most perfect colleagues you could ever have! Things had really worked out for me. Again…
Quite surprising for a shy introvert like me. I was doing remarkably well.
‘How so?’ I hear you ask. Let me explain. I have a secret, you see.
Orphaned and raised by my Aunty Jean, I’d grown up a loner. It was an unusual childhood, and our relationship probably had a big influence on me.
Tragically, my aunty died on Christmas Eve four years ago. It hit me hard; she’d been my rock for so long that life without her seemed impossible. She was always so positive and vibrant, and yes, maybe just a little bit kooky. ‘Make a wish, and it will happen,’ she always used to say. She was a true believer in magic.
To me, though, she’d always just been my Jeannie, who somehow made childhood wishes come true.
And somehow, she still seemed to be doing it.
On the anniversary of her passing, I’d written her a letter, telling her how much I missed her. I felt a bit foolish, but I did it anyway. And as usual, I added a line at the end, saying what I wanted for Christmas. It felt silly, but it seemed the right thing to do.
I propped the letter by the fireplace, next to the Christmas tree and went to bed, not expecting anything to happen.
Cheekily, I’d asked for a new car, to replace the ancient rust-bucket I owned. And within a month, I won a magazine competition where the prize was a brand-new hatchback.
She had answered!
Coincidence, surely? I hear you scoff.
The next year, however, I’d done the same thing. And amazingly, it happened again. In the Christmas raffle, I won a year’s membership to the local gym. Okay, what I’d actually asked for was to get fitter, but you can see where I’m going, can’t you?
Now, I hear you thinking, this could all be chance. After all, these aren’t exactly life-changing events.
So, last year I really tested the waters by asking for a new job. Something to improve my quality of life and make me smile again.
And guess what?
Yep. Fabulous new job with a bunch of really cool people who were open and genuine.
I don’t ask for much; not really. I don’t need a private jet. Nor do I want to be a racing driver, or a movie star.
But there was one thing I’d been thinking about since starting my new job.
I have a bit of a fantasy, you see. Something that, for someone like me, was unlikely to happen without a bit of help; some magic, maybe, from my Jeannie.
It was a bit of an impudent request, but my aunt had always been very understanding about me. She knew I was different. In fact, she had probably influenced me to a degree, and I thought she would understand.
At least I hoped so.
When I got home, I carefully wrote my letter. My hands shook as I penned the words, hardly daring to hope that this one — this one— would come true. Was I asking too much?
We would just have to see. I stood the letter by the fireplace as usual and went to bed with a fierce hope burning in my chest.
ooOoo
Christmas morning arrived with a yawn. Living alone, I had no agenda; I could please myself. After breakfast, I lit the fire and considered my meagre collection of presents.
Hmm. What to open?
Hang on…
Glancing back towards the fireplace, I realised something was different. My letter had gone! No — not so much gone, as replaced! In its stead was a card.
Tentatively, I picked it up. An invitation! On one side, an address. On the other:
I swallowed, suddenly nervous. Who were ‘We’? What did the picture of the uniform mean?
Oh…
I took a breath. I knew what I had to do.
I checked my watch. Christ! I’d better get a move on!
ooOoo
It was noon. Stepping out of the lift onto the top floor, I walked towards the only door.
On it was written ‘24 Hours’.
Ohhhh!
This was it. Heart in mouth, I knocked, and waited.
When it opened, Kim was standing there, looking ravishing in a white muslin shirt.
I swallowed.
“Kim...?”
Putting a finger to her lips, she beckoned me inside.
Heart thumping, I slowly followed her down the hallway into a large sitting room.
Oh God!
They were all there. All my work colleagues. Katrina, the owner; Megan, her deputy; Annie and Cathy who did all the work.
And, of course, Kim, who ran the IT.
God, it was really happening! I couldn’t believe it. Christ!
Katrina smiled.
“You found us! I’m so pleased. Welcome, Jason.”
“What — what’s going on?”
“We know your secret, Jason. Kim hacked your computer. Lots of naughty stories, most of which feature — surprise — us!”
Katrina sounded delighted. I could feel myself going red, and when I looked across at Kim, she was flushing, clearly embarrassed. There was such an endearing hint of vulnerability about her.
“So, we thought we’d invite you, and see what happened.”
Her smile widened.
“And here you are! Let’s have a look at you, then?”
Nervously, I took off my coat. Underneath, as per the invitation, I was wearing a maid’s outfit, complete with stockings and heels.
“Oh my! Don’t you look delightful! Ladies, it looks like we are gonna have some fun tonight!”
When I looked up, I realised that there were also two men in the room. I wondered how I’d missed them, especially as they were completely naked.
Naked, muscular, and very well-hung, there was also something familiar about them, though I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
“Don’t worry about Carl and Grush. They’re our ‘regular’ distractions, and they’re here to service us! You, on the other hand, are here to serve us!” she giggled.
I looked up at Katrina with trepidation. There was a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
“Clearly, you’ve been a naughty boy, judging by all these stories you’ve written. So, obviously you need a good spanking, don’t you? Hmm?”
Katrina turned to Kim.
“And don’t think you’re getting away with it, young lady! I know exactly what you like! Annie! Meg! Take these two in hand!”
Kim and I exchanged looks; she smiled apologetically.
Then I looked at Annie. With her dark hair, lithe build and bare thighs she was breathtaking.
Eyes laughing, she patted her lap and beckoned.
Self-consciously, I bent over her knees. I had a gorgeous close-up of her lovely calves and thighs.
Glancing across, I could see Kim looking similarly vulnerable as she bent over Megan’s lap.
God, I couldn’t believe this was happening. I felt Annie run her hand over my bottom and shivered in anticipation.
Flipping my dress up, she started spanking me.
I could feel the others watching, and moaned.
“Oh, really? This excites you, does it?”
She spanked harder and, gasping, I could feel the heat quickly building up in my bottom.
Kim was getting identical treatment. Megan was determinedly spanking her with a deliberate rhythm — just as Annie was doing to me. Naughtily, Kim pushed her bottom up to meet Megan’s hand.
“I think they’re enjoying this far too much!”
My breathing accelerated as I saw Megan slide two fingers between Kim’s legs, pushing them into her exposed pussy. She started pumping in and out of Kim’s cunt. Kim was emitting breathy pants and I could see her pushing back against Megan’s fingers, impaling herself…
God, I was getting horny!
“Enough!” said Katrina suddenly. “Let them entertain us!”
Abruptly, we were shoved together on the floor. For a moment, we looked at each other, breathless, uncertain. She still had that vulnerable look in her lovely, huge eyes.
I knew what I wanted to do.
There were cries of encouragement as I pushed my face between Kim’s legs. She was no longer wearing panties and I could smell her sex. The proximity of her damp pussy elevated my already thumping heart rate. The spanking had aroused her, and she was moaning as I pushed my nose against her hairy cunt and thought of the treasures within.
I began exploring with my tongue, licking between her wet folds, circling, kissing, relishing the intimacy with this shy, delicious creature, even with an audience. I slid my tongue up and down her slit until I found the entrance to her horny chalice, and dived inside as her sticky walls closed around me.
Her grip tightened on my hair, her breathing intensifying into short, gasping moans. I could sense her orgasm approaching.
“Stop!” Katrina’s voice echoed. “She’s not to cum. Not yet!”
Breathless and disappointed, Kim rolled to one side.
When I looked up, Cathy was standing there. Oh Lord! What an absolute delight. More voluptuous than the others, she had a fabulously sexy arse. Now she was looking down at me with a devious grin.
“You’re enjoying yourself far too much, Jase — I’m going to sit on your face and show you what it’s like between the cheeks of a real woman. Lie down!”
Hurriedly, I complied. My reluctance at leaving Kim’s tasty snatch gave way to the promise of new delights.
Cathy squatted over me, facing my feet, her mini-skirt riding up and showing me that she, too, was pantie-less.
She smothered me with her hot, steamy entrance. Her rosy petals sank over my nose. I could smell her spicy, ripe flavour, subtly different to Kim. My tongue dipped into her gooey snatch, her sticky labia engulfing my face, overwhelming me with her heat.
Talking dirty, she began sliding back and forth, her cunt squelching up and down as she rode my face.
Sitting upright, she giggled, taking her sodden pussy away. Instead, she presented her ample bottom. Her luscious cheeks flanked my nose, and her butt was within an inch of my mouth.
