“Spin for me!” the redhead ordered.
Hot blonde Holly, the data specialist, was already soaking her panties when she met Candy in her office to get dressed.
The spin on her high-heeled black boots caused the short Santa dress to lift and expose Holly's bright red and white striped sexy thong, splitting her tight round ass.
Holly Busch was pumped for her first time as the “Mistletoe Ho”. It was an honor bestowed by the sexy AF CEO, Candy Kaye.
“Nice thong!” the buxom Candy squealed with a wink.
She stepped towards the young blonde, her own bounteous tits spilling out of the ridiculously tight Santa dress she wore every year. Holly couldn’t help but be intimidated by the ski slopes of cleavage.
Candy placed a tilted Santa hat on the sexy blonde, then adjusted the bust-line on Holly's dress to highlight sweet B-cup treats.
“All right, one last time. If you have any second thoughts, this is the time to tell me. You know how important this tradition is to the morale of the company. When you get out there you will be worshiped, fucked, and thoroughly used before the morning. I know you can handle it; I want to make sure that you want to.”
“With every fiber of my being, boss. You know how much I love cum!”
“Then let’s go get you some!”
The redhead watched as the smoking hot, long-legged blonde sashayed out. Candy nodded, knowing that this thirty-something brilliant computer whiz was the perfect choice to take over as the Mistletoe Ho.
The annual “Noel Naughtiness” was just starting, and the fifty-nine-year-old Candy was ready to announce her retirement. Since founding Kaye-Co, every holiday party had her rewarding financial bonuses along with sexual favors: blowjobs or cunt munches for her staff. This year that meant 24 employees. She would spend most of the party on her knees or back, taking cum load after load in her mouth, on her face, or her mature E-cup valley (for a select group: ass and pussy).
As she entered the redecorated warehouse, a cheer erupted. Candy blushed slightly and strutted up to the rented stage where the DJ was pumping out holiday mixes while bright lights flashed. She spun once showing her own shiny red thong. She then shimmied her boobs, and the jingle bells on her dress rang out. Whistles and cheers answered as she called for quiet.
"Hurry it up! I'm hard as steel!" was shouted; laughter followed.
"I doubt it, Joe. Your wife told me you haven't been hard since 2012." More laughter was followed by a female growling, "Got that right!"
She surveyed the hotly dressed people of all ages and sizes. "It's been a great 2025, folks. I want this night to be as special as you are." She silenced the applause with her red-gloved hand. "Grab your tags! One through six can line up. The rest of you eat, drink, dance…or suck and fuck! Remember, if you are too wasted when your number is called, you'll have to pass or send up your date!" Cheers from SOs were accompanied by moans from employees.
Candy grandly gestured. Holly appeared from behind a decorated tree and hooker-walked onto the stage carrying a handbell. The sexually charged crowd "Ooed and Ahhed" at the surprise second satisfier.
Candy tongue kissed her. "That's right. Holly is joining me this year, sucking and taking loads right alongside me. I'm gettin' too old for this shit!"
More laughter and a yell of “Your fault, your idea!" from Kelly in Sales. Candy laughed and shrugged. She then took the bell from Holly and shouted, "Christmas is CUMMING!" and rang it several times to the ecstatic screams of the crowd.
This was an orgasm-based, ridiculously unconventional bonus system. It might even be illegal. Yet each employee was informed when hired and signed an NDA to ensure the fun.
Candy knelt under a large mistletoe on the huge red “Cum Cushion” and prepared for the first five cocks and one pussy.
Each day in December, a candy cane arrived at someone’s workstation with the date as a tag signifying the party’s order. Trades sometimes occurred as there were theories about when was a better time to have the boss: beginning with more energy, or the end when fucking and anal might be offered? “Twenties get plenty!” was a repeated refrain.
December First was Bernard, the accountant.
He smiled, zipper down, sporting a fabulous tool.
"Bernie! First again? Gimme that North Pole!"
He stepped forward and dropped his pants. A few cheers went up as his fat fucker bounced. Candy wasted no time sucking it in. Bernie was polite, keeping his hands behind him to enjoy the sweet suction. After only two minutes of highest level cock-sucking (which saw Candy just barely showing effort) the older, balding man grunted and fired off a few nice spurts across her tongue.
Candy moaned and showed him the load before swallowing.
"Th-thanks...Boss. You're the best," the grateful man whispered as he zipped up. Candy pulled him down and gave him a wet, cummy kiss. He blushed and stepped off.
Two more rather quick cummers followed with nice loads, the second spilling out onto the redhead's impressive cleavage.
The December Fourth tag belonged to Gretchen, Candy's young office assistant.
Now she had a choice. Not everyone was into girl-on-girl, so they were given the option to have another employee forgo their own oral bonus to 69 said woman. In twenty years, only one person had taken that option. Candy's mouth had a reputation.
Candy gave the petite brunette a smoking kiss and laid herself on the Cum Cushion. Gretchen had already removed her panties and twirled and tossed them, almost hitting the large mistletoe above. Candy yelped, "Love it, slut!"
Gretchen straddled Candy and was soon moaning and grinding her clit on this expert oral queen's slurping mouth.
Next to the sapphic slurping knelt Holly on a gold pillow. She offered herself to Frank, next in line. "I can take care of your frankfurter, Frank."
The muscular Asian man let out a loud guffaw and said with respect and charm, "I'd be tickled pink to have you take my cum, slut-ette!”
Several gathered with drinks in hand to watch Holly’s first public suck. She did not disappoint. With slippery manicured fingers, a swirling extra-long tongue, and puffy red lips, she gave a clinic on sluttery. Ball sucks were not expected but would often be in Candy's toolbox later in the night to speed things along. Holly showed she lived for a full sac in her mouth.
As Gretchen was nearing her peak with, "Oh fuck, Yes Boss!", Frank was grabbing hold of Holly's head and thrusting twice before emptying down her throat. He pulled out with a pop and an older Latinx woman scolded him.
"No throat fucks without prior consent, Frankie!"
Holly smiled at the woman. "Thanks, Rita. I hereby grant permission to any cock that wants to use my throat." Rita looked a bit perturbed but several others cheered. Frank floated away.
The rest of the night went as planned with several more people choosing cum-soaked Holly as an option. Candy was ecstatic to see hook-ups of two or more filling the edges of the room!
“Noel Naughtiness!”
She was up getting a drink and wiping down when 19, loud Joe staggered forward. "Sorry, Joe. You're a bit too—" At that precise moment he passed out into a group. He was carefully led to a side room to recover. Candy shook her head. "There's one every year."
She turned back to the cushion to find a larger woman with huge tits fully exposed, and her dress hitched up.
"Spousal privilege!" said Joe's wife, Sadie.
Candy shook her head. She unbuttoned the front of her dress in challenge of Sadie's huge knockers. "Come and get it, slut!"
They slammed into a wet kiss, with four impressive tits battling for supremacy. Candy rang the bell, and then dove down to Sadie's sweaty secret.
This was the moment that the party was waiting for! Happy tag-holders 20-24 would now have the option of fucking their boss, and/or the new junior Ho! “Twenties Get Plenty!”
Holly welcomed Stan and Willy with sloppy kisses and was placed in a spit roast with Willy's impressive black nine finally satisfying the blonde’s itching cunt.
Licking Stan, she growled, “Fuck me deep, gents!”
Candy had VP Jocelyn riding her face and making out with Ben the custodian as he fucked Candy’s hot pussy. Jocelyn held Candy's stocking legs in a wide V giving maximum access.
Candy was in heaven. “Mmmpthh, Jothlyn!” She hit her biggest climax of the night as Ben unloaded and Jocelyn soaked her boss' cheeks and red locks.
A few minutes after, clad only in her boots, a very ruined Holly kissed her now equally naked boss. She smiled wickedly and showed her tag, 24, along with a red-bowed strap-on.
“Got one more in you?”
Candy laughed, "Merry Christmas, Ho!"
