[MF] – Some work Christmas parties are worth going to

One of the little-known perks of being an attorney are the vendors that want to sell you a product or service. It’s not that what they are pitching is great or useful, it rarely is. The real perks are the free food and gorgeous women that these companies use. Most of the time, the owners hire fresh out of college co-ed’s that are nothing more than eye candy to a bunch of horny men in suit. High heels, tight skirts, and a bright white smile. A little flirting, some feigned interest, and more often than not, they’d walk out the door with a sale.

Amanda was a regular visitor to my firm. Once a month she’d stop in with cookies tell me about the new surveillance tools her company had just acquired. I played along telling her I had a case with a guy that needed to be followed for a day or two. I rarely did but it kept her blonde hair and perfect legs in my office long enough to use as a memory for later that night.

Eventually, Amanda got promoted to a regional position moving her to another state. In came Brittany. 24 years old, thin, long legs, brunette, cute smile, and nice B-cup sized breasts. Same schtick. Food, flirt, sales pitch. It was evident Brittany was new to the company and trying to make a splash. E-mails directly to me asking when I’d be in the office for her to stop by, suggestions that we should meet for lunch, she was really putting in the effort.

It all culminated in an invitation to her company’s Christmas party. I politely declined knowing full well it was my firm’s money they wanted, not my presence. But, shortly after saying no, I got an e-mail from Amanda telling me she would be flying in and I should come. After going through as many excuses as I could, I relented. It was at a bar not far from my house. I could stop in, say hi, have a drink and leave.

I arrived about an hour after it started. The back of the bar was blocked off for the party. Amanda spotted me immediately and came over to give me a hug. She was dark red dress that ended about halfway down her thigh with matching heels. In fact, as I looked around, the entire area was filled with 20-something models in various shades of red dresses. If there was ever a time I wish I went into surveillance business, it was then.

“I’m glad you came,” Amanda told me grabbing my hand at the same time. “Brittany’s been asking if I was sure you were coming. She’s upstairs dancing. C’mon.” I followed as Amanda weaved us through the bar and upstairs to the second floor. We quickly found Brittany with a few co-workers. Her dress was a brighter shade of red than Amanda’s with a plunging neckline and much shorter hemline. I got another hug from Brittany and a comment that she didn’t think I’d actually show. “Have fun, you two.” Amanda smiled quickly making her exit. It was starting to make sense.

We separated ourselves from Brittany’s co-workers by heading to the bar for drinks. Her flirting was immediate and much more sincere than the show she put on at the office. Once she asked me to go dance, I knew it wasn’t an act. “Be careful of my dress, it’s pretty short,” she said to me before turning away and pressing her ass firmly against my crotch. We continued back and forth between the bar and dance floor until Brittany said those magic words: “my roommate is at her boyfriend’s tonight.”

It was a short walk back to her place. We made our way straight upstairs to Brittany’s bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched as she pulled her dress over her head leaving her in a dark green thong. It was a nice Christmas touch. Brittany leaned in to me for a kiss. I responded by running my fingers up and down her toned legs until she dropped to her knees. Brittany ran her tongue along every inch of me before her mouth went to work. It was sloppy and aggressive in the best way. I told her after only a few minutes that I wouldn’t last if she kept going. She flashed a smile at me and got onto the bed.

I crawled between her legs going back and forth kissing her inner thighs. “Stop teasing me,” she whimpered. I inserted one finger, then a second. My tongue ran circles over her clit while my fingers slipped in and out of her pussy. She grabbed my head and let out soft, repeated moans. I pulled my fingers out and replaced them with my tongue. I didn’t get to taste her for more than about 30 seconds. “I need you inside me,” she begged. I quickly got to my knees and entered her. She didn’t need to tell me twice.

I started slow. I’m not huge but I wasn’t able to blow my load in a minute either. Brittany was quick to tell me that I could be more aggressive. She wanted to be fucked a certain way and made sure I knew. We didn’t stay in that position for long before she got on all fours. “You can pull my hair” was followed by “spank me” and momentary requests to go “harder” or “slower.” I happily obliged, thrusting myself inside her in the requested manner. Her moans grew louder in response. I could feel her cum at least once.

She told me to lay down on my back. Her legs straddled me. We kissed again, this time with a bit more passion. “Will you cum if I ride you?” she whispered in my ear. I nodded. She smiled. I put my hands behind my head and watched her body bounce on my cock. Her hands went between running along my torso to twisting her own nipples. This girl knew how to fuck. Within 2-3 minutes, I could feel an orgasm coming. Brittany took my cue and got off me. She grabbed my shaft and stroked out my cum onto my stomach.

A few days later, I received an e-mail from Amanda hoping I had a good time at the Christmas party and to think of them for any future surveillance needs (with a winky face to end the e-mail).

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