Baby, it's Hot in Here: Curves for Christmas

by Turner, Olivia T.

  I continue kissing a soft wet trail along her collarbone as I slide the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders. Her dress goes slack and I glance down at the huge cleavage in front of me that’s nearly popping out.

  Her mischievous hand reaches back and she starts dragging her palm up and down my erection. I groan against her hot skin as more pre-cum spills out.

  I could cum like this, and if she doesn’t stop, I just might.

  “This dress is spectacular,” I say as I slide my palm over her giant breasts. “But I’ve been waiting to see these big tits all night.”

  I grab onto the front of her dress and yank it down with a firm tug. She gasps as her huge naked breasts spill out.

  “Fuck, Kelly,” I moan as I grab them with my hands and start massaging them as she strokes my cock faster. I’m taking turns staring at the reflection of them in the window and looking down at the top of them from over her shoulder. Her pink nipples are so hard against my palms and my mouth begins to water when I fantasize about what they must taste like.

  My girl slowly turns around and I take a step back as she leans against the window. Her thick brown hair is looking wilder than before and her beautiful brown eyes are full of lust. I look at her from her head to toe, admiring every inch from her full parted lips that are swollen from the rough kisses I’ve been giving her, to her big beautiful tits that are jiggling with every heavy breath she takes. I lick my lips as I continue down to her wide hips that her red dress is hugging like a second skin. I take it all in and my cock throbs at the delicious sight.

  “You’re driving me crazy, red,” I tell her as my pulse races. I’ve never been so turned on in all of my life. “Every time I touch myself from now until the moment I die, I’m going to be picturing this moment. I’m going to be seeing that sexy look on your face and those gorgeous tits on the back of my closed eyelids while I stroke my cock.”

  She nibbles on her bottom lip seductively as she watches me. “Show me,” she whispers. “I want to see you touch yourself.”

  My hands start moving on my buckle and her eyes widen as I pull out my long hard cock. I know I have a big dick. I tried to measure it once, but the ruler was only twelve inches long. That’s part of the reason why I like big girls. Small skinny chicks wouldn’t be able to handle my girth. I need a big girl who can take it all. A girl like Kelly…

  She holds her breath as she watches me with wide lustful eyes. I take my time, teasing her, playing with her before I finally grip my thick shaft and start stroking.

  “Oh, fuck,” I moan as I stare at her big pink nipples. “Is this what you wanted?”

  She swallows hard. “Yeah. You’re pretty hot yourself, Mr. Benotti. Your dick is huge.”

  I grin as I use my dripping pre-cum as lubricant. “Let’s see if it fits in your sexy little mouth,” I growl in a low voice.

  Without hesitation, she struts over and puts her hand on my chest. She pushes me back and I let her guide me toward my chair. I fall onto it and grin as she slaps my hand away from my cock.

  “I know you’re the boss,” she says as she pulls her hair back, making her big breasts sway. “But I’m in charge of this cock now. Got it?”

  I settle in as she drops to her knees in front of me.

  “It’s all yours, red.”

  She takes my hard dick in her hand, opens her mouth wide, and then makes my eyes roll to the back of my skull…

  Chapter Six

  Kelly

  I moan as I feel Trevor’s huge cock stretching my mouth out. Even when I push it in as far as it will go, I still have room to wrap my hand around the base of his dick. His shaft is throbbing in my hand and a continuous leak of pre-cum keeps oozing onto my tongue. The deliciously salty taste sends shivers racing down my spine.

  My breasts are out and pressed against his legs as I move my head up and down. The fabric of his pants are making my nipples so hard. They’re tingling as they beg for attention.

  “Those luscious lips are magical,” he groans as he pulls my hair to the side so he can get a better view of me sucking his cock. I wrap my lips as tight around his girth as I can and slide up and down faster. This is the first cock I’ve ever touched and I can already tell that I’m hooked. I want to do this every day. Not with just anyone though. Only with him.

  He’s staring down at me with focused eyes that are dark with lust and watching me so intensely like he can’t drink in enough of what he’s seeing. He’s so goddamn sexy. His white shirt is rolled up his thick tattooed forearms and his round biceps are straining underneath the soft fabric.

  His hands are gripping the armrests of his chair so hard that his knuckles are turning white. He’s the most powerful man in the building and one of the most powerful in the city and I got him by the cock.

  “Unbutton your shirt,” I say with a gasp. “Or, I’ll rip it open and everyone can see your hard stomach when we go back to the party.”

  His big hands start deftly unbuttoning his shirt and heat starts pooling in my panties when more and more ink comes into view.

  “We’re not going back,” he says in a deep throaty voice. I’m stroking his dick up and down with my hand as I watch his shirt open. “I want to stay here forever with your soft lips wrapped around my cock.”

  “That sounds fun,” I say with a grin.

  “Your sweet little mouth feels so good, baby. Wrap those soft lips back around it before I die.”

  I grin as I jerk him off slowly. I love teasing him like this.

  “Shirt off first,” I tell him. “I want to see what tattoos you have hiding under there.”

  He sits up and peels off his shirt. My heart starts pounding when I see the intricate tattoo that starts on his ribs and runs up along his massive chest and over his shoulder. It continues down his round bicep and along his thick forearm to where it finally stops on the back of his hand.

  He’s so fucking hot. It’s not fair. We’re not even close to being equals. His body is so shredded he must do sit-ups while he sleeps and eat nothing but protein powder. I don’t understand it. Throw a cape on him and he would belong on the cover of a comic book.

  “Do you like muscles?” he asks with a grin as I slide my wet palm up his hard abs.

  We lock eyes and all I can do is nod.

  “And tattoos?”

  My heated eyes run along his sexy ink and I gulp.

  “I’ll take that as a yes. Now, a deal is a deal. My shirt is off. Wrap those sweet lips back around my dick.” His deep commanding voice goes right to my throbbing clit as I open up wide and take him back in.

  He watches with his powerful chest heaving up and down as I spoil him.

  My pussy is burning with need as I run my flat tongue along his long hard cock from the thick base to the swollen tip. He tastes so good and that smell… oh, lord. That heavy masculine smell of his cologne is driving me mad with desire. It’s making my clit ache.

  His strong hands sink into my hair and a jolt surges through me straight to my core as he begins to guide me up and down in the way he likes it. He’s such an alpha and I can tell he always gets what he wants. He demands it and the people around him comply.

  I’m just happy that what he wants is me.

  He presses my head down until his thick cock makes me gag. My eyes begin to water as he groans and does it again.

  His grip in my hair tightens as I make another guttural sound and I can tell he likes hearing me choke on his big cock.

  I do it again, this time pressing him against the back of my throat without him guiding me and he lets out a low throaty moan.

  I’m so fucking wet. My panties are soaked through and I can feel the hot stickiness on my thighs.

  I want to touch myself so badly. I can’t resist.

  My hand creeps down as I suck him off—between my legs, up under my dress, and into my panties. I’m even wetter than I thought and my body starts to erupt as I begin rubbing my engorged clit.

  Trevor’s hand suddenly tightens in my hai
r and he gives me a little warning tug. “Take that hand out,” he snaps in a thick voice that’s full of authority. God, he’s so demanding in the way he barks out every command like a savage barbarian. I’m a proud independent woman who lives alone and has her own business, but I still end up submitting to his will and his every command. He just has that effect on me. He radiates authority and dominance with every breath that he takes and for some reason it grips me and I bend to his will. But I wouldn’t want it any other way. What’s sexier than having a hot alpha male barking out sexual commands and having to obey every single one of them?

  “Don’t touch that pussy again,” he says as I lift my hand away from the throbbing between my legs. “I’m going to be the one to make you cum.”

  I keep my hand low so he doesn’t see how much cream is on my fingers. I’m embarrassed at how wet I am.

  But Trevor isn’t having any of that shit.

  “Let’s see it,” he barks.

  I swallow hard and nervously raise my hand. My wetness is sparkling on my fingers as it reflects the city lights beside us.

  He grabs my wrist in a firm grip and brings it closer to him. His eyes darken as he inspects it.

  “How wet is that little pussy?” he growls.

  I swallow as I hear the desire in his voice and see it on his face. “Pretty fucking wet,” I whisper.

  “I can see that,” he says as he brings my hand closer to him. “Let’s see how it tastes.”

  I gasp as he puts my wet creamy fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean. He closes his eyes and pulls them out with a moan as he savors the taste of my pussy.

  My heart is racing as I watch him. This hot powerful man just tasted my most intimate area and he’s loving it. I nearly cum when he opens his eyes and I see the look of pure satisfaction on his face.

  “Fuck, that’s good,” he moans as he reaches down and cups the side of my tits. “I want to slide between these beautiful tits and then I’m going to sink my hard cock inside that hot little pussy and get it even wetter.”

  I sit up on my knees as he wraps my breasts around his throbbing cock and starts moving his hips up and down, titty fucking me.

  More heat begins pooling between my legs and dripping down my thighs as I feel his hard cock thrusting up between my mounds. Fire sears through me from my curling toes to my aching nipples as his hot pre-cum makes a mess of my cleavage.

  “Spit on it,” he commands as he watches my breasts swallowing his dick with every downward thrust. I’m squeezing my breasts around him and my cheeks start to blush as my mouth waters. “Do it.”

  I open my lips a little and spit on his cock. It mixes with the pre-cum and helps lube everything up.

  My heart is pounding so fast against his thick cock and I wonder if he can feel it. Every part of me is burning. I’m aching with need as my swollen clit throbs.

  His face starts to twist with agony and I know he’s close. I start bouncing up and down faster, jerking him off with my tits. I want to feel him erupt all over them.

  He cums with a savage roar and I gasp as he shoots his hot load all over my chin, neck, chest, and tits in long heavy spurts.

  We both slow to a stop and stare at each other as our breaths come out heavy and labored. I look down and suck in a breath when I see myself covered in him.

  “Up,” he commands in a firm voice.

  I do what he says and stand up on my thick shaky legs.

  “Now pull up your dress and sink that wet cunt down on your new man’s cock.”

  My whole body is tingling as I pull up my dress. His hungry eyes are locked between my legs as my wet panties come into view. They’re black and lacy and uncomfortable as fuck, but I’m glad I wore them now.

  “Pull those panties to the side and let’s see those pink lips. I want to see how wet they are for me.”

  My trembling hand slides between my legs and I pull the lacy fabric to the side, exposing my aching mound for him.

  He sucks in a satisfied breath when he sees my wet pussy in front of him.

  This is the most erotic moment of my life. I’m in the corner office of a huge skyscraper with my pussy exposed for a powerful man who’s obsessed with me. All of New York is visible behind him with the stunning lights and majestic view, but he’s only got eyes for me. He can’t seem to peel them off me.

  “Good,” he says as he nods in approval. “Now straddle those big sexy legs over me and slide down on my cock.”

  I take one step forward and the door unlocks.

  We both gasp as we turn to it just in time to see it swing open. The female janitor walks in backward as she drags the huge vacuum into the room. She has big headphones over her ears and doesn’t see us as she flicks the blindingly bright lights on.

  I let go of my dress and drop to the floor. Trevor drops too and we laugh as we hide under the desk like a couple of teenagers getting caught in their parent’s house.

  He pulls in the chair and we hold our breath as she begins to vacuum the office. We’re squeezed tight under here and I can barely move.

  Somehow, Trevor’s hand landed between my legs and he begins to continue where we left off. I hold my breath and lick my lips as I feel his hand slide under my dress. My body is aching and my back is arching as I impatiently wait for his hand to arrive.

  I swallow a moan when he runs his finger over my mound that’s covered up with black lace. He then dips a fingertip under the band of my wet panties and pulls them aside, revealing my burning pussy.

  Our faces are next to each other and I can feel his hot breath washing over me as he teases my aching folds. I’m tingling all over. This is so naughty and hot. The cleaner has no idea that I’m under the desk with Mr. Benotti’s hand on my sex.

  “You are wet,” he whispers as he traces my wet hole with his fingertip. “And tight.”

  I try not to make a sound as he reaches my clit but that doesn’t work out too well. Heavy moans keep tumbling out of me as he plays with it. Rubbing and teasing all over.

  “Shhh,” he whispers with a grin.

  He knows what he’s doing to me. He knows I can’t stay quiet.

  Another deep moan erupts from my throat and I’m glad that the vacuum is loud enough to drown them out.

  My whole body starts to shudder as he makes me feel better than I’ve ever felt before. I stretch my legs open as much as they’ll go, but we’re crammed under the small area under the desk and I can barely move.

  His fingers start to dip in my virgin hole and I start writhing my hips against him as my heart pounds. He doesn’t slide all the way inside and I wonder if it’s because he feels my hymen pressing back against him.

  This man is driving me crazy. I feel the tightness building inside and it’s unbearable. Everything is building—the heat, the tension… I’m almost there…

  The cleaner arrives behind the desk and starts vacuuming behind the chair. She’s right fucking there. I can see her white shoes as the vacuum moves back and forth. Trevor doesn’t stop. He’s relentless. He’s cruel. He keeps rubbing my clit harder and teasing my orgasm out.

  If she pulls back the chair, we’ll be so busted.

  My tits are out, I’m covered in cum, and his hand is on my pussy, working it as he pulls an orgasm out of me.

  She doesn’t touch the chair, but she’s still standing there as I unravel. The heat surges through me as my tight body lets go. My eyes squeeze shut and my mouth flies open, ready to unleash a scream, but Trevor’s hand suddenly covers my lips and he muffles the worst of it.

  He holds my convulsing body tightly as my tits jiggle and the heat runs through me. When the most intense part is over, he drops his hand and I’m breathing heavily, wondering what the hell just happened. That was the first time I’ve ever orgasmed like that before. I’ve had small tremors over the years during the few times I touched myself, but this was a magnitude ten earthquake.

  The cleaner suddenly turns the vacuum off and I can hear the pounding of my heart in my ears. She
drops it on the floor in front of us and leaves the room.

  “Quick,” I say as I push the chair out. “We have a minute to get dressed and get out of here.”

  He grabs my waist and holds me in place.

  “Wait,” he says as he looks me over. He scoops his cum off my chest and neck and rubs it over my tingling pussy. “If we’re going back out there, I want you marked as Trevor Benotti’s.”

  “I already am,” I say as I look into his sexy grey eyes.

  He spreads his seed through my wet folds and makes sure to coat every inch of my throbbing mound.

  “You’re mine now, Kelly Stockett.”

  I gulp as I see the possessiveness in his eyes.

  You can say that again.

  Satisfied that my pussy is marked as his, he lets me go and we scurry out from under the desk.

  I’d be upset to leave this office, but I know that the night is just getting started.

  Chapter Seven

  Kelly

  Trevor heads over to the guard on the way out and I’m worried he’s going to give him a walloping, but instead, he pulls out a couple of hundred dollars bills and stuffs them into his trembling hands.

  I guess he was a little on edge before I smoothed him out upstairs. My lips curl up into a grin, knowing I have that kind of power over him.

  “Merry Christmas,” Trevor says to him as he storms back over to me. He’s still keeping his eye on the guy who refuses to look at me, even when I wish him a Merry Christmas too.

  “You’re crazy,” I say as he wraps his arm around my waist and holds me close. “Are you going to send every guy who talks to me running away with their tails between their legs?”

  “No,” he grunts as he opens the door and lets me go first. “I plan on breaking their legs.”

  I laugh, but he’s not laughing as we step into the cold night. The crisp winter air washes over my hot skin and makes the spots where Trevor’s cum landed on me tingle. Trevor takes his jacket off his arm and puts it on my shoulders. I rub my smiling cheek on the lapel and breathe in his intoxicating scent. I’ve never had a boyfriend to give me his jacket before. I like it.