HISnHERS Xmas party - part 1, a short story by dave.looker. Date added: 2011-01-02. Times viewed: 5545.
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- Intro: voy, exhib, I got carried away, like the characters in the story, so had to split it into two parts
It was the build up to Xmas and I had been chosen to arrange for the firm Xmas ‘do’; not a difficult task, all I had to do was select a suitable nearby pub and hand over the firm’s cheque for the free booze, but it was an honour to be given this responsibility. I asked my wife to attend the function with me - she didn’t usually, not many of the wives did. Knowing how much it meant to me, she agreed. I asked her to buy something sexy for the party - That’s when the row started. It lasted for several days.
“How would you feel if I asked you to flash your body for my workmates ?” she asked.
“Proud”, I replied. Not the right answer. Sue worked in a factory with about 20 girls. I worked in a garage with a dozen guys. I pointed out that men and women are different - men can’t help looking at women, it’s in their nature, but women prefer to be seen, and are often offended by naked men. Sue laughed. She told me that I should hear some of the conversations between the girls at the factory. I insisted that was just talk, but if she wanted to prove me wrong, I was always willing to help.
Fortunately she didn’t hit me. She did want me to help. She had also been honoured, with the help of her friend Jill, to arrange their Xmas do. Hers would be a full week before mine, as the factory closed up for two weeks over Xmas. Hers would be held in the factory, women only, just loads of booze, mostly bought by themselves, to be consumed after the last shift. Her factory needed to be decorated with festive ornaments and she needed help. I offered my services, without attempting any trade off.
During the truce she told me that all of the girls in the factory had bought themselves a present, and wrapped and labelled it themselves - that way all of them got something that they actually wanted and nobody spent more than they could afford. She wanted someone to dress as Santa to hand the presents out during the party. I told her that I didn’t mind making a fool of myself, if it made her happy. She knew that I was making reference to my own request.
“I’ll think about it”, she told me. I knew better than to attempt a clever reply.
The night before Sue’s party I turned up on time to help prepare for the next day. I happily ran up and down the ladder whilst Sue and Jill instructed me on what was to go where, and mainly chatted as they supervised my work
“How did you get him to do this ?” I heard Jill ask Sue started to tell her about the argument. I heard them laughing, but could not hear much of the conversation. We had almost finished when I insisted on taking a fag break. We all had to move into another room, as there were smoke alarms in the main workplace and the no smoking policy strictly observed.
“Did you really offer to appear naked at the party ?” Jill asked me. Sue hit her.
“I offered to dress as Father Xmas”, I replied, not wanting to say yes or no.
“Would you be prepared to offer a little extra entertainment, if Sue agrees to dress sexy for your party ?” Jill asked.
“What ?” Sue screamed. Jill told her to shut up.
“Anything”, I told them both.
“Here’s the deal”, Jill explained. “Let’s put your theory to the test. After handing out the presents, dressed as Santa, you come in here and wait. I will put a card up, asking if anyone wants to see Santa naked, they are to come in here. If anyone wants to see, you must let them look. In return, Sue will wear whatever you choose for your party, but only if someone takes up the offer to look at your naughty bits”.
“And what if nobody comes in ?” I asked.
“Then you will have been proved right, Sue can buy whatever she feels suitable for your party and everybody will be happy”, she said. It all sounded so simple.
“Agreed”, Sue answered Jill’s gaze.
“Agreed”, I nodded, knowing that they were intending to humiliate me. I went back to work, whistling like one of Santa’s elves, determined to prove that I was not worried about the challenge. With the room decorated to their satisfaction, we all went to the pub and discussed the plan some more. They were both trying to frighten me off. I was not going to be scared so easily.
They agreed with me that I could not sit in the room naked, waiting for someone to come in. Jill suggested that I should remove my pants, so that should anyone want to look they would have to lift my Santa tunic to prove it. Sue was happy with that suggestion.
Neither of us thought that anyone actually would, but I was not going to opt out, and I was hoping that Sue would be a little more friendly to my ideas when we bought her a new outfit
I did tease the girls a bit, getting them all to sit on my knee as I searched through my bag for their present, but all was done in fun, and all seemed to enjoy the joke. When I carried my empty sack into the room, Jill followed me. She allowed me a cigarette before ordering me to remove my pants. I also slid the cushion from under my tunic, which allowed it to drop down and cover my boxers. I had to remove them too.
I looked ridiculous with my naked hairy legs sticking out below my red Santa tunic, but I guess that was the plan. What hadn’t been mentioned was what happened next. Jill got me to hold my hands behind my back and tied them together, fastened to one of the steel girders that held up the shelves in this store room. She told me that would make the girls feel more safe, then asked if I would like to quit now. Of course I refused. She showed me the sign that she had prepared.
“If you would like to see Santa CUM early this year, Come into the storeroom”
“You still have time to step down”, Jill told me, still trying to scare me. I was almost sure that the intention was not to show the sign. I was to be humiliated by nobody wanting to come and see what Santa had to offer. I was working on trying to claim that I had won the bet, because Jill had seen my bits.
“I never cum early love”, I replied bravely. Jill opened the bottom button of my tunic, stuck her hand inside and pushed my dick from side to side with her fingers.
“Good”, she said, gave my dick (which had started to swell a bit) a squeeze, then let go and walked out of the room, carrying the sign with her. My dick was still sticking out through the flaps of my red tunic, but it soon disappeared, as I stood tied up in the cold room, waiting to be freed by my wife.
I waited for at least an hour. All I could hear was screeches of high pitched laughter from the main room, not even any music to soothe my troubled brow. Occasionally the door would open into my room and an arm would push its way inside, but only to drop an empty gin or vodka bottle into the bin that they had placed on my side of the door to annoy me. The bin was almost full before the door was thrown fully open, flooding the room with light. At least a dozen, maybe all 20 women danced in, shrieking loudly and singing “Here comes Santa Claus, Here comes Santa” They all gathered round me.
I spotted Sue in the distance. She was hiding her eyes behind her hand. One of the women thrust her hand inside my tunic and grabbed hold of both of my balls and my cock, squeezing them easily within her one hand. Although I was scared, my dick started to grow. The woman holding it smiled into my face, let go of my balls and started to pump life into my dick, squeezing it rhythmically, pumping the blood up into my dick head until it was fully hard.
“Ready girls !” she shouted, then pulled my tunic open, whilst holding my dick up for them all to see. There was a gasp, as the girls realised that this was really happening, and then a loud choir of laughter as she shouted out -
“Shall I pull it off ?” I didn’t hear any answer, but suddenly she let go of my dick and my beard was yanked away from my face. Now all the girls could see me, know who I was, and see that my face was as purple as the head of my dick, which was pointing out straight before me, at full stretch.
“Do you want to see some more ?” she asked. There was no more to see. Both my balls were hanging outside of my tunic, and my dick was as hard as it could be. I shut my eyes as the loud cheer of “YES” filled the room. The woman unfastened all the buttons on my tunic, pulling it wide apart so that all could see that not all of the round Santa belly was due to the cushion pushed inside my Santa suit. The costume slid down my arms to where my hands were tied together, leaving me totally naked for them to view. Still my penis stuck out rock hard. The woman grabbed hold of it, at the base, and swung it round.
My balls were swaying from side to side as someone else grabbed hold of them to steady them. Another woman started to lick my nipples. She also grabbed hold of my dick and squeezed it The first woman moved away. I noticed Jill grab hold of my arm.
“Want to quit ?” she whispered into my ear.
“Fuck no”, I answered. Two hands were now holding my dick, and a third was gently cradling my balls. Other hands started to caress my chest, and my arse, as I squirmed, determined to endure this exquisite torture.
Suddenly all the attention stopped. Nobody was touching me, but everybody was watching me as one very pretty, dark haired latino type knelt in front of me. She flicked her long black hair across my dick, which tickled so much I wanted it to hurt, then she turned to smile at her audience. She did it again, before sliding her fingers very gently along the underside of my penis, just gently tickling, working her way from the base up to the tip. Then she did the same with her other hand, this time starting at my balls, just stroking her fingers very gently against my flesh, teasing my dick to rise higher and higher until it touched my belly.
When my dick was pointing at the sky, she stuck out her tongue, licking both balls before rapidly sliding her wet tongue up along my shaft and finally flicking it around my throbbing purple helmet. I was about to scream when she grabbed hold of my shaft and pulled the head into her mouth. She let go of my shaft, using her mouth to hold my dick horizontal, as she gently sucked, whilst rubbing her tongue along the underside of the join. I was ready to cum, and she knew it. She pulled her mouth away and started to wank me furiously.
There was no way I could hold back. She kept on pulling, pumping the spunk out of the end of my dick as all the girls applauded. She kept on pumping until the last dribble, which she rubbed across the tip of my penis with her thumb, making me shake all over. I wanted her to taste it, but she didn’t. She just kept on rubbing her wet thumb across my purple dome until it started to dry. Someone handed her a tape measure. She smiled, released her hold on my dick, and pulled the measure out.
She was not measuring my dick. She held one end of the measure next to my toe. Someone else stretched the measure out, up to the farthest glob of spunk on the floor in front of me. I found out later that they had taken a sweepstake as to how far I could shoot my load. I never did find out who won. The girls all left me, with my dick still semi hard, but now hanging on my balls. Sue remained in the room.
“Sorry”, she whispered. I wanted to put my arms around her, but I was still tied to my post.
“I asked for it”, I told her, looking up at her and smiling, She approached me slowly, with trepidation, before untying me and letting me hug her. She held me to her, comforting me. This was not the time to tell her how much I had enjoyed it. She kept telling me she was sorry. She knew about the sweepstake, but thought it was just talk. She thought that the girls would get a quick flash of my dick, then run. She thought I deserved that.
I admitted then that I wanted to flash her to my mates, but not to have her tied up. I wanted her to wear something sexy, expensive, so that they would all be jealous, and know how lucky I was, then added,
“I still do. I still think you’re very special”. I did not mention the bet, but I knew that she was very aware that she had lost. I knew that by not mentioning it, she was more likely to want to please me, rather than comply with my wishes just because she lost a bet. She kissed me. I drove her home. She did not take time out to say goodnight to her friends. We went to bed and enjoyed fantastic sex together. The next day we went shopping.
Continued in part 2
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