St Nick visits a woman after her holiday office party.

By BR_imornery81. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Okay, I admit it. I had drunk WAY too much at the Christmas party and had done some stupid things, but I never dreamed in my wildest dreams things would go to where they did!! I mean, I am glad I did not do anything really stupid in public and I am thankful that Jim and his wife drove me home, but what happened after the door closed and they drove off, just defies any rational explanation this morning.

My husband, Bill; has been overseas working for the last two weeks and will not be able to fly back from China for another two months. To say it sucks would be the biggest understatement of the year!!

We Skype and chat online and all of that, but I am so tired of sleeping by myself in our King-sized bed and worst of all, never feeling a man’s warm body next to me to curl up against; to press my boobs against. To make my lower lips wet and to make me shudder and… well, you get the picture.

Before he left, we went to an adult toy store and to be honest, I was shocked. I had never in my wildest dreams realized there were so many different dongs, vibes fake cocks or whatever you want to call them!! Some, I have to admit, I stared at thinking either, “That would never fit ANY woman for pleasure or, “Now how the hell do you find any pleasure in THAT?!” But eventually, we found “Little Billy” as I christened him, and he was my substitute while “Big Bill” was in China.

But Little Billy only left me more horny, and soon I started going out of my mind wanting sex!! I mean, it has only been three weeks and I cannot walk by a breathing male between the ages of 18 and 75 and not think, “I wonder how he is hung?” So when I was sitting on Santa’s lap for the department pictures, I vaguely remember putting my hand on the old Elf’s crotch and finding he was quite happy working that night!! In fact, while the camera person got everyone organized, I handled him to a full erection that I only barely kept from attacking right then and there!!!

Unfortunately, Jim’s wife wanted to go home soon after the picture, and since they really were the only other people heading my direction, I piled into their car and accepted their hospitality. Actually, I acted like I was asleep and once we had driven five minutes I heard Bill start moaning, and then, after she looked back at me a couple of more times, “Mrs. Jim” took off her seat belt and was in her husband’s lap, sucking his cock like a noisy whore! I was so jealous, that I reached in my shirt and unhooked my front hooker and played with my D cup tits! I saw Jim’s eyes about bug out of his head and then he adjusted mirror as he drove with his wife giving him a blow job and I knew he was looking now at me. I slid my blouse off of my shoulder and ran a hand up my skirt and gave him a show above the waist while I came only seconds after he did and just a minute before he pulled into my apartment complex.

I didn’t bother hooking my bra back up and just barely got my blouse closed before the Missus looked back at me to verify that I had not caught her. I played drunk and she put her seat belt on and a minute later we pulled to a stop in front of the apartment. I made Bill get out and “wake me from my "stupor”. And then he walked me up to my door. As we walked I whispered to him, “I wish your cock had been in my shaved pussy instead of your old wife’s mouth there, Jimmy.”

He looked over at me and I looked up to see that we were not making eye contact. He was looking down at my chest, so I opened my shirt up for him to get a better look and said, “You could have had them, stud…” With that, we reached my door and I handed him my keys and he struggled to put the key in the lock. I laughed and once he got the door open, I moved into him as if to kiss him and said, “And here is what you could have had.” And with that I brought my left hand, still covered with the juices of my cum and pushed three fingers into his mouth.

The bastard’s eyes flew open and then, despite his wife watching from 30 feet away, he sucked and licked my fingers clean before I laughed and went inside.

With my back against the door, I turned the lock and ran the fingers that were only moments ago in my coworker’s mouth, back into the wet slit of my pussy and began frigging my clit furiously. I could feel the walls of my pussy clamping around the nothing that was there, and I ached for a cock. I could not believe how horny I was and then it was as if it was the first time. On the mantle was a peppermint stick, one of those white ones with red and green spiraling around it, about a good cock width around and 18 inches long.

I will tell you what, Ole’ St. Nick had nothing on me as I ran to the fireplace, grabbed the hard candy and started to run it up between my now wet thighs. But then, I thought about all of that sugar and a urinary tract infection and… well you know, so it was off like a flash to the bedroom upstairs to get one of my husband’s “rump riding” rubbers.

I peeled back the foil and rolled the condom onto the confectionery delight and flopped back on the bed to enjoy my own Northern Lights display. I don’t know whether it was the booze, having watched Bill and his wife go at it in the car, teasing him at the door or the using of something as innocent as a Christmas candy in my cunt, but within a very few minutes I was cumming as hard as I had for months even before my enforced abstinence!!

In fact, it relaxed me so much that I drifted off to sleep, and this is where things get weird.

The next thing that I remember I was naked and in my bedroom, but … somehow I was tied spread-eagle against the wall where the dresser sits. (I have no idea where the dresser went, but the mirror was still there, because I could see the room behind me.) That was when I saw Santa, standing in the middle of my bedroom and he had one of those old fashioned buggy whips in his hand. It was a flexible stick; maybe three feet long with a light-weight cord attached at its end and on the other end of the cord was a leather tassel that was swishing through the air with the casual flicks of his wrist.

“Ah, you are finally awake. You have been very naughty this year Sandy Barber and with the price of coal, giving that to you would be a reward! So instead, I have come up with some different ways to handle the naughty girls this year!!” With that, he landed the first brush of the leather thong on my bare ass!! It really did not sting, but I jumped anyway,… just from the surprise of it. I heard a chuckle that I knew was the Jolly Old Elf’s, but I also knew was nothing like the one I had imagined as a little girl!!

The leather touched my bare flesh again and again, quickly moving from my shoulders to my knees and back. Each one of the touches were not even mildly painful, but combined they caused my skin to warm and within a minute I was beginning to sweat and feel my flesh warm and become ever more sensitive to each lick.

After a few minutes of non-stop wrist flicking, the sensations began to move more toward a mosquito and then a bee sting. I pulled and struggled to avoid the flashing whip, but I could not move at all. I looked in the mirror back at the man, and his cheeks were flushed and his brow, beaded with sweat. At the corners of his mouth, just beneath the handlebar mustache of white, a smile was just visible, as if he was concentrating deeply upon the task at hand, but the sheer enjoyment of what he was doing could not be hidden.

Then he stopped and he moved up behind me and let the buggy whip fall to the floor. “Your skin blushes so well,” he whispered in my ear. Then I felt his hand at the top of the cleft of my ass as it slid all the way down between my hyper-sensitive cheeks. His finger only hesitated a moment as it made its way over the bud of my butthole. Before I knew what was happening, his fingers were opening the folds of my pussy from behind. “You are such a wet little slut, aren’t you? I guess we will have to set that in order too.”

With that he stepped back from me and my wondering eyes beheld his enormous bulge with fear, as he undid the thick belt around his waist and folded it over. When I blinked again, I saw his belt shrink and it was only a little more than a couple of finger widths and maybe a foot and a half long. He then dragged the soft leather across my hypersensitive flesh and it reminded me of velvet, so soft. “You are going to like this, my child. You are going to like this a lot,” he breathed into my ear and I shuddered.

Then he stepped back and with an underhand stroke, landed the leather strap on the bud of my asshole and it whipped its way underneath me, covering my whole pussy with a sudden snap and stopping just short of my clit!! I let out a squeal!!!

I have NEVER associated pain and sex. I thought that such things were so opposite in nature that there was no way possible that they could ever go together. And yet I found myself panting as his slaps caused the blood to come to the surface of my most tender