Challenge 47: Tis the Season

[IsabellaRose]

THE CHALLENGE

We're going straight into our holiday season challenge! Write anything inspired by the season and/or seasonal celebrations. You've got 3 weeks!

Deadline

• Midnight (EST) Saturday 20 Dec, 2025

Limits

• 1 entry per person
• keep it around 2,000 words, no penalty for going a little over but remember, everyone has to read these to vote

Prizes

• 1st Place: 4,000 EcchiCredits
• 2nd Place: 2,000 EcchiCredits
• 3rd Place: 1,000 EcchiCredits

Edited Saturday at 01:50 PM by IsabellaRose

[StarlitSiren]

Secret Santa by StarlitSiren

 

Harper had been at Smart and Co’s New York location for almost a year now, as secretary under the managing director. Smart and Co were an accounting firm with their fingers in business’s all over America, and with Christmas fast approaching, the entire office was in full holiday spirits, with every employee prepping for their last day of the festive season.

Every employee. Except Harper.

“Fuck-“ she wailed again. “Fuck-Fuck!”

“Breathe deep,” Isla- her personal agony aunt at the firm- told her fauxx soothingly, clitter-clattering her way through the report on her desk without a care. “Maybe he won’t mind.”

“How will he not mind?” Harper snapped. “This fucking office is like Whoville, and I do NOT want to be its Grinch.” Today had been the secret Santa gift exchange and- surprise surprise- Harper was this year’s idiot who had forgotten. There was always one.

“Then just fucking blow him or something!” Isla snapped, still working her report. “I swear, you’re making this so much bigger than it needs to be.” Harper felt as if she had been slapped with the ferocity of that retort, and she watched Isla rise from her office chair to march out of their shared space, towards the printing room. Harper watched her go, speechless… not at the gall of it, rather…

‘No, no, that’s crazy,’ Harper thought, even as she stalked towards the bathroom and shut the door behind her. ‘What kind of girl would even do that?’ she wondered, even as she inspected herself in the mirror. She was short at 5’2, with golden blonde hair from a bottle that was presently tied up in a smart pony tail. Her eyes were a pale blue, and… well she worked out, enough to keep in shape, and men were… well, men, so maybe…

“Fuck it-“ Harper said out loud. “Fuck it!” and again, and flushing a furious scarlet, she stomped out to the office, dug the label ‘To Julian, from Santa,’ And- after some quick thinking- made a reservation for the forth floor conference room, marked the meeting as ‘private’ and dashed upstairs, pulling the blinds and locking the door.

‘This is insane,’ She thought, even as she was thumbing an e-mail on her phone to Julian. Julian Carvallo worked in HR, but career disaster this might have been with anyone else, this particular married man had made eyes at her on more than a few occasions. And it’s not like Harper wasn’t looking for another job anyway, so-

Another several minutes later there came a rap at the door, and Harper hurriedly unlocked it, ushered him in mid-greeting, and locked the door again. Whatever professional ‘Hello’ the handsome Costa-Rican had in mind for her had been lost on his tongue… Probably because in the few minutes he had taken to get here, Harper had stripped down to her too-small lacy bra and matching thong. Her clothing lay forgotten on the table, and the only other thing she wore was that little label.

“Merry Christmas-“ She sang stupidly, and immediately regretted it, feeling herself flush crimson all over again. “I, uh-“ She felt herself cross her arms over her chest. “Sooo- I’m your, um-“

“I just can’t believe you didn’t wait for me to unwrap you,” was all he said in response, smiling at her from beneath those smouldering brown eyes, like the cockiest bastard in the world. “Always knew you were that kind of girl?”

‘What the fuck is that supposed to mean?’ she almost snapped, though realization quickly sunk in that- yes- she was almost nude in the office, here to proposition HR for a secret Santa present. Huh. She was that kind of girl.

“Just- shut up, it’s the fucking season of giving!” she retorted. Why was this so awkward? Smutty stories always made it seem so fucking easy. ‘Be confident,’ she told herself firmly. ‘Confidence.’ “Now, you want your present?”

“Oh, badly.” Julian closed the gap, wrapping his strong arms around her and whirling Harper around away from the door, perching her bottom on the edge of the conference table. He kissed her fiercely, lips and tongue and teeth, and Harper found her breath catching in her throat as Julian’s hands were everywhere.

“Oh fuck-“ Harper managed. “I-“ she groaned as her colleague’s tongue traced a long, lingering trail along her neck. “I… wait-“ The beautiful man obediently pulled back, eyes questioning, and Harper rapidly- and utterly without grace- clambered up atop the table and laid down on her front, yanking at his trousers. “I, uh- your present-“ Still there was a slight look of confusion on his face. “I’m sucking your dick you idiot!” That wasn’t too vague a hint for him, at least, and Julian helped fumble with his belt, freeing his manhood from the confines of fabric between the pair.

When Harper gasped when she saw it, it wasn’t because it was huge or any shit like that- though Julian was packing pretty well, that she had to grant the guy- it was the reality of this entire fucking thing sinking in. Julian watched her expectantly, and the blonde ‘not that kind of girl’ shuffled closer to plant a delicate kiss on his cock. A delicate kiss that turned into another, and another, more hungry, until she took him in her mouth. He moaned as her warm mouth engulfed ins dick, and that made Harper moan. Welp, if she got fired for this, maybe she could add ‘Oral Expert’ to her resume.

With every bob of her head, she took him a little deeper, always maintaining a comfort level short of gagging, but with every little drop further onto Julian, he became more frantic. Minutes passed with no sound but for the moaning and the soft slurping sounds of her present, then some base instinct kicked in, and one of Julian’s hands roughly grabbed her by the ponytail, yanking her hard onto his cock. She gagged on him, felt tears well in her eyes, but surrendered control.

He thrust into her mouth, each push coming closer to her limit, and somewhere within another minute she felt a hot, salty feeling explode upon her tongue. The grip on her hair loosened, and Julian pulled out, panting in exhaustion as his cum dribbled down her chin.

“Happy-Christmas-“ she managed weakly. Julian just laughed, tucking himself away… but before he could reply, the unmistakable sound of the door unlocking as it opened inwards to the scene.

There, framed in the Doorway, Damien Wood. Her manager.

“Boss, it’s not what it-“ Julia began.

“Get out of here- now- and say nothing,” Wood barked. Julian paused only a moment before retreating, tail between his legs, and shutting the door behind him. Mr Wood locked up again, turning back to the humiliated Harper… and pointing a finger to the corner of the ceiling . She turned her head, dread settling in at the realisation… and saw a camera watching the conference room.

“It’s off now-“ Mr Wood assured her. “…and I’ve got the only copy secured in my office.”

Stupid as Harper felt in the moment. Even she could connect those dots. So… fuck it.

“Merry Christmas, then.” She told him sheepishly, and wiped the mess from her chin as her boss began to yank his pants down.

[Blacking Your GF]

The jingle bells above the door chimed for the thousandth time that day, and Holly, yes, her name was fucking Holly, five feet of fury with blonde curls, wanted to scream.

The holiday season at Santa’s Workshop & More was always a special kind of retail hell, but this year? This year, she was pretty sure she’d signed away her soul to corporate Satan himself.

The outfit was a crime against humanity: a short flared red “elf” dress with white fur trim that barely covered her ass, candy cane thigh-highs, candy red heels, and a choker with a fucking bell that jingled every time she so much as took a step. As for the earrings, orange pearls that dangled like tiny traffic lights, because nothing said “holiday cheer” like looking like a discount hooker from the North Pole.

Holly jabbed at the touchscreen and looked up, glaring at the queue.

The line stretched halfway to the back of the store. A writhing, groaning mob of entitled customers armed with coupons and complaints.

A last-minute shopper lumbered up to the counter, his arms overflowing with random crap. Video games, dolls, sneakers, a purse, three different kinds of wrapping paper, and a garden gnome. He dumped it all onto the desk like he was feeding a woodchipper.

Holly stared. “Sir, you do realize this isn’t a yard sale, right?”

The man grinned. “Gotta get it all in one go, sweetheart!”

She rolled her green eyes, scanning items as the line grew longer by the minute. Voices rose from further back.

"Open another register!"
"This is bullshit!"

She finished, shoving his receipt at him. “NEXT!”

A woman with a "speak-to-the-manager" bob stepped up to the counter, kid in tow, waving a sale tag on a pink sweater like courtroom evidence.

The boy immediately whined, "Miss, can I have a candy cane?"

“No.”

“But…”

“No!”

The kid burst into tears. His mom shot Holly a glare. “You’re supposed to be nice!”

Holly sighed dramatically, her choker jingling like a warning bell as she scanned. "Lady, I get paid minimum wage to dress like a slutty elf and listen to Jingle Bell Rock for the 87th time this week. My ‘nice’ expired three hours ago. That’ll be $39.99."

The mom huffed. "Wait. This was on sale last week! The tag says it’s 50% off."

Holly exhaled sharply. "The sale ended."

"But the tag…"

"Ended."

"What about the spirit of the season?!"

Holly's eye twitched. "What about the spirit of paying for your shit?"

The woman gasped, clutching her pearls. "Such appalling language! I demand…"

"What?" Holly snapped, voice cracking like a whip. "What do you demand, Karen? That I magic the sale back into existence? Or let me guess…"

The woman’s eyes went wide, her mouth hanging open incredulously.

"I demand to speak to your manager!"

Holly’s last nerve shattered.

She grabbed the PA microphone and bellowed, her voice echoing through the store, "NICK! TO THE REGISTERS. NOW."

Cheers erupted from the line. Holly turned to see shoppers grinning and snickering, phones out. Holly was about to go viral.

The kid pointed at her and giggled, "Mommy, the elf is mad."

“Yeah,” Holly muttered, “the elf is fucking over it.”

Nick St. Clair, or Santa Nick, as he insisted, strolled up to the register like he owned the place. Which, unfortunately for Holly, he did. Six feet tall, hair and beard dyed white to honor the jolly man himself, cocky smirk, his red suit was open to flaunt an athletic build.

But Holly was quite sure the bulge in his pants was an overcompensating pillow.

“Ho ho ho,” Nick drawled, clapping his hands together. “What’s the problem here, folks?”

Holly crossed her arms, tits straining against the low neckline. “The problem is I’m not paid enough to deal with this circus. This outfit’s humiliating, the music’s torture, and these customers…”

"Ah-ah-ah." Nick held up a gloved finger, cutting her off. "Now, Holly, it’s the holiday season. The season of giving. Of joy. Of goodwill toward men."

His gaze flicked down to her cleavage, then back up, his smirk growing. "And yet, here you are, spreading anything but."

The line erupted.

“She’s rude!”
“She called me a Karen!”
“She won’t give me candy!”

Nick tsked. “Now, that’s not very festive, is it?” He turned to the crowd and raised his voice just enough. “Folks, our elf here forgot the number-one rule: keep the North Pole magic alive. Looks like she needs a reminder from Santa himself.”

Roars of approval.

A man in line laughed, “Finally, some customer service!”

A lady sneered, “Put her in her place, Santa!”

Holly’s face burned. “Oh, fuck you all…”

Nick's hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. "Now, now. The customer is always right." He yanked her from behind the counter and Holly stumbled in her heels.

The crowd gathered in a broad circle as he dragged her to the store's center, inflatable snowmen standing witness to her humiliation as Nick took his seat.

“Nick, let go, you asshole…”

He spun her, bent her over his lap and flipped her dress up. Her bubble butt flashed in black hipsters emblazoned: "SPANK ME! I'm on Santa's Naughty List."

Gasps. Laughter. Phones raised.

“Oh my God,” Holly groaned, mortified.

Nick chuckled. “Looks like someone’s been a very naughty elf this year.” He didn’t wait for a response. His hand cracked against her ass, the sound echoing through the store like a gunshot. Holly yelped, more from shock than pain.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

“Count them, Holly,” Nick ordered, his voice dripping with amusement.

“Fuck you!” she snapped.

SMACK.
“One!” She winces.
SMACK.
“Two!”
SMACK.
“Three!”

The crowd chanted as her ass already started to show a touch of pink: "Naughty elf! Naughty elf!"

Nick spanked her until her ass was Christmas red, then finally stopped. Holly was kicking her heels and gritting her teeth, trying to preserve what was left of her dignity, even as her face was red with rage and humiliation.

Her voice was higher by the end.

SMACK!
“Forty-eight!”
SMACK!
Forty-nine!
SMACK!
Fifty!

Nick finally stopped and Holly stood, rubbing her stinging ass through the fabric. "Now, Holly, are you ready to apologize to our valued customers?"

Holly gritted her teeth. "Go to hell."

Nick sighed, "Well. Since you’re still not getting into the spirit, maybe a big candy cane will cheer you up."

He unbuckled. The crowd cheered.

Holly tried to pull away, “Nick, this isn’t funny…”

“On your knees, little ho ho ho.”

Holly hesitated, every eye was on her, phones recording. "Ugh, fine!"

Then she sank to the tile.

His cock sprang free. Ten thick, veiny, throbbing inches. Holly’s eyes widened, mouth watering despite herself.

"Holy shit."

Mariah Carey's "All I Want for Christmas Is You" started blaring for the fourth time that day.

Holly gave an annoyed moan and bit her lip, “Perfect timing…”

She decided to reclaim some control with a little bit of teasing. Her tongue darted out, tracing the tip slowly. Another lick. The crowd oohed, Nick's breath hitched.

I don't want a lot for Christmas…
There is just one thing I need…

She kissed along the shaft, red lips leaving glossy marks. She set the pace, swirling her tongue around the head before stroking the shaft and sucking on his heavy “Santa sack”.

I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know

She gave a long lick from base to tip and then took him into her mouth, bobbing her pretty pointy-eared head. Nick threw his head back with pleasure and groaned. The crowd leaned in. Holly looked up at him mischievously, slapping the bulbous head on her tongue.

Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you

The song picks up with the bouncy rhythm and sound of the jingle bells, Nick’s hand fisting her golden curls as he smacks her face with his hefty manhood. It spanned the length of her face.

“You are such a brute.”

“Open wide,” Nick ordered.

Holly glared up at him, “You’ve got to be—GLUCK!”

The plum-shaped head smashed through her pout, hitting her throat and the bell on her choker jingled in rhythm with Mariah’s sleigh bells.

Someone pushes through the crowd, “Hey, I just got here. What’s going…”

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need (and I)

SLURP! JINGLE!
DROOL! JINGLE!
GAG! JINGLE!
GLUCK! JINGLE!

Holly’s eyes watered. The bell on her choker jingled in sync with the music, a parody of holiday cheer. Her red lipstick smeared in messy rings around his shaft, marking her “progress” as she took him deeper.

The crowd cheered as Nick pummelled her face.

Tears rolled, mascara smudging and her hands found his thighs to steady herself while the shoppers egged him on.

“Make her choke!”
“Fuck her face, Santa!”
“Elf abuse!”

I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know

Nick grinned, holding Holly’s hair back, the irritable sales assistant closing her eyes in acceptance of her punishment. “That’s it. Take it like a good little elf.”

COUGH! JINGLE!
GLARG! JINGLE!
GHK! JINGLE!
OGK! JINGLE!

Holly’s throat was raw. Her nose ran. Her full lips stretched around the comically thick cock. She tried to pull back, but Nick held her still.

A woman sighed, “Poor girl. That cock is much too large for her.”

Oh-oh, all the lights are shining so brightly everywhere (so brightly, baby)
And the sound of children's laughter fills the air (oh, oh, yeah)

AGKH! JINGLE!
UGH! JINGLE!
HORK! JINGLE!
SPLORCH! JINGLE!

Nick’s grip tightened, his breaths coming faster. Holly’s vision blurred, her lips swollen.

And then.

“FUCK!”

Nick growled and slammed home. Holly’s eyes opened and rolled back as she took him balls-deep, his cock pulsing hard as he emptied his “gift” down her throat. Thick. Salty. Endless. Holly’s throat worked, swallowing around him.

A man smirked, “Definitely a white Christmas for her!”

All I want for Christmas is you, baby
All I want for Christmas is you, baby

GULP…
GULP…
GULP…
GULP…
GULP…
GULP…

The crowd exploded in cheers.

Holly’s cheeks hollow as Nick withdraws his cock, her lips releasing the head with a satisfying, wet

POP!

Holly collapsed back on her heels, gasping. She coughed, her throat destroyed, her chest heaving.

Holly stared up at him, her mouth hanging open with equal parts submission and disbelief, spit and cum stretching from her bottom lip to his cock in a glistening bridge. 

Snot leaked from one nostril, a glistening bubble in the other, her crying face a beautiful wreck as she caught her breath.

Nick zipped up, smirking. “Now… is there something you’d like to say to everyone?”

“Okay, okay! You win.” Holly wiped her mouth, her voice a hoarse rasp. “I… I’m really sorry, everyone. For my attitude.”

The store roared.

Nick offered her a hand, helping her up as she muttered, “I quit.”

The boss just smirked. “No, you don’t because you’re a broke college student.” He leaned down, his voice a whisper. “Besides. Don’t think I didn’t notice that wet spot on your panties.”

Holly’s cheeks burned hotter than her spanked ass. The crowd dispersed, some patting her on the back, others snickering as they walked away.

“Go get yourself cleaned up and after closing, I’ll let you sit on Santa’s lap." Nick chuckled, "Oh, what fun it is to ride.”

Holly wanted to slap him. She wanted to scream. She wanted to burn this store to the ground.

But she just rolled her eyes with a snarl and quipped back, "Guess I’m so nice, Santa’s coming twice."

Because he was right.

She was a broke college student.

And fuck, her pussy was throbbing.

Edited December 18, 2025 by Blacking Your GF

[NyxAvatar69]

I know I should've had something done sooner, especially considering the much more generous time frame, but I have an actual excuse this time.  I had 3 different ideas I was juggling around in my head for about 2 weeks now, but because I've had to divide my focus on the extreme levels of card and rank grinding I have to do for Persona 2 Innocent Sin and my ever cripplingly low self-esteem put it on the bench for a while.  However, with the time limit fast approaching (and me forcing myself to get off my lazy ass and get something written before the last minute like always), here we are.  Will I ever say what those other ideas I was juggling around were?  Probably not.  They weren't all that interesting, anyway, at least in my opinion.

As a side note, I do know that smut isn't required this time.  I guess one could argue I'm still using the "using it as practice" excuse or you could also argue I'm making up for avoiding the smutty ideas from last year's Kinktoberfest like they were a nasty virus or something.  Also, procrastination station happened yet again AND I went over the 2k word limit.  As always, I had to rush, so I finished at...about 2 PM EST.  I am going to bedge now.  Good night.

 

Drew had hoped to finally relax after finishing his latest mission.  Even though it was almost Christmas, all he wanted to do was sleep in for a couple of days and let the holiday pass him by.  However, when he returned to his apartment...

"What the hell is this?" the man said to himself.  Sitting in the center of his living room was a massive present, carefully wrapped up with bright red wrapping paper and tied with a massive pink ribbon.  He knew that he had locked his apartment before leaving, but as he thought of any other possibilities, one particular person came to his mind.

"If anything, something this stupid would be her idea.  Otherwise, it's a trap," Drew said out loud as he glared at the large present.  As a member of the secret magical organization, Paradox, Drew did have a number of enemies who'd pay to see him dead.  He had grown to become a lot more cautious over the years because of attempts on his life by those enemies.  In hopes of testing his theory, he decided on a simple test.

"Well, look at this!  A weird box!  If there's nothing in it, I may as well destroy it!" Drew called out, hoping to get a response before he followed through with his threat.  He got no answers at first, but after a couple of seconds of silence, the top of the present slowly moved and a set of eyes peeked out at him.  Drew only stared in silence at the set of eyes looking back at him.  Before he could say anything, the person inside the box leaped out as if it was all a part of their plan from the beginning.

"Merry Christmas!" the woman who had been inside the large present shouted as the lid of the present flew up and hit the ceiling before carelessly falling to the floor nearby.

"Christmas isn't for another two days," Drew pointed out without missing a beat.  The pink haired woman stood frozen upon hearing Drew's words before quickly bouncing back and waving a hand around.

"That's not important," the woman said as she climbed out of the present.  "The important part is-"

"What are you even doing here, anyway, Lucy?  I thought you were still off on a mission," Drew questioned. cutting the woman off before she could finish.  Lucy flashed a confidant smile as she put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest.

"I finished early.  When I heard from Irene that you didn't have any Christmas plans, I worked hard to take care of my mission early and came straight here.  I wouldn't want my friend to be lonely on Christmas," Lucy replied as she moved closer to Drew.

"We're not friends.  We're hardly even acquaintances," Drew said.

"Aw, don't be that way.  You can say that we're friends if you want to.  It's just us here, after all," Lucy said, completely ignoring Drew's words as she lightly poked Drew's side with a finger.  As much as he didn't wish to admit it, Lucy did have a point about the nature of their relationship.  While he wouldn't call her his friend out loud, the two were easily more than just mere acquaintances.  Even though he had worked with her on a few jobs and reluctantly shared a bed with her a number of times, Drew wasn't a fan of how she tried to act so familiar with him.  At the same time, something about how she simply rammed past his walls drew him to her for reasons he didn't understand.

'Paradox's magic experts do say that magical abilities in humans sometimes have strange effects on their personality.  Even so, how did a woman like this make it to the rank of an agent?' Drew thought to himself.  As he turned towards Lucy, it was then he finally took notice of her outfit.  When she had come out of the present and started rambling about Christmas, he shouldn't have been surprised that she had chosen to wear a red and white outfit similar to the main man of Christmas himself.  The outfit itself, however, left a fair amount of skin exposed, despite the season.

'She has to be an idiot or something, dressing up like that,' Drew thought to himself.  He stopped when he caught Lucy staring back at him with a grin.

"Like what you see?  Irene recommended it to me when we went Christmas shopping," Lucy said, moving a finger to her mouth.  "You can stare all you want, you know.  I don't mind if it's you"

"S-shut up, you idiot!" Drew said, quickly looking away from the woman and moving a short distance away from her.  Her quiet laugh rang out through the quiet apartment before she quickly changed gears.

"But enough about that!  Let's go out and see the town.  It's been a while since I've visited," Lucy said, walking past Drew and making her way towards the door.

"Wait, you're going out dressed like that?" Drew questioned, but by the time he looked towards the door, it had already been opened and the pink haired woman was gone.  Drew couldn't help but sigh to himself.  "That woman moves at the beat of her own drum.  At the very least, she could've worn a coat," he muttered to himself.

 

'Christmas, huh.  Ever since I became an agent of Paradox, I haven't really thought about it all that much.  I usually just take on a long job to avoid thinking about it.  A lot of agents don't keep much contact with family because of the danger of the job, especially with all this business involving that King guy and his goons.  And yet...'

A light snow had begun to fall when Drew and Lucy made their way into town.  From the main street to local businesses, the town was bustling with the Christmas spirit.  Everywhere Drew looked were plenty of decorations.  Lucy hung close to him, pointing to anything that caught her interest, from a large gingerbread man in a person's yard to the large, decorated tree at the center of the town's park.

"Ordinaries really like their holidays, don't they?" Drew asked in an attempt to make conversation.  Lucy frowned and prodded his side with her finger, causing him to jump a bit and move away from her.  She quickly closed the distance, looking up at him.

"You shouldn't call them that.  We used to be like them before, you know.  Didn't you used to celebrate holidays like this with your family?" Lucy replied.  Drew took a moment to consider Lucy's answer as he looked up at the sky.  While he was thinking things over, Lucy smiled and took his hand.

"Even though we can't really be with our families without putting them in danger, we could always celebrate the holidays together," she said, flashing Drew a smile.  When Drew heard her words and met her eyes, he froze for a moment.  In that short moment of time, the sounds of people, the falling snow, and everything else ceased to exist.  Drew caught himself and quickly looked away from Lucy, clearing his throat and trying to pretend nothing was happening.

"Come on, let's just get going," Drew said in an attempt to deflect from the conversation, pulling Lucy along by the hand with him.  The pair's Christmas trip into town took them to several shops for primarily window shopping.  Lucy had ended up buying something when Drew wasn't looking and the pair made the walk back towards Drew's apartment.

"This is really a nice little town you've been assigned to.  I should visit more often," Lucy said.

"Please don't.  Dealing with you whenever you come storming into my place like you own it is annoying enough, especially when you go deciding to use my shower without asking," Drew replied.

"You say that but you;re the one who couldn't help himself that one time."

"That's because you threw off your towel and started running around like an idiot."

"You didn't seem to mind back then," Lucy said with a grin.  Drew had no counterargument, so he instead kept his mouth shut.  "Speaking of which, though, think fast!" Lucy added, digging through the bag she was carrying and tossing something out of it.  Drew was only able to briefly see the item she threw, but when he tried to reach out and grab it, Lucy made her move.  She moved in, wrapping her arms around her neck and connecting her lips with his.  Drew's eyes widened as he finally realized what the item she had tossed in his direction had been.  Lucy had thrown a fake mistletoe at him, knowing he'd react by trying to catch it.  She kept the kiss short, but when she moved away, her face was still incredibly close to Drew's.

"You never got me a present, you know," Lucy quietly said.

"What are you expecting?  I wasn't planning on celebrating Christmas.  Besides, I wasn't expecting you to make a surprise appearance," Drew said.

"Then you can make it up to me," Lucy replied, leaning in and whispering into Drew's ear.  "Besides, I came in that present.  You should play with your present.  You've been staring at me all afternoon, you know.  I bet you've been thinking all sorts of things this whole time."

"Why do you get like this at the weirdest times?" Drew muttered.  As much as he wanted to deny it, feeling Lucy's warm body pressing up against him was wearing at his mental defenses.  Even though he knew better than to play along with her games, seeing the revealing Santa outfit on Lucy had been pushing thoughts into his mind since he saw it.

 

Late that night in Drew's apartment, loud moans rang out from the open door to Drew's bedroom.  Lucy lied naked on the bed, her arms and leg tightly wrapped around Drew as his cock pounded her pussy.  When the pair had returned to Drew's apartment, it didn't take long for the floodgates to break.  Shortly after Lucy had undressed, the pair moved to the living room, where she sat in his lap while he fingered her.  At the same time, she had reached between Drew's legs and slowly stroked his cock with her hand.  Once Lucy was wet enough, she turned around and lowered herself onto Drew's cock, pressing her bare breasts up against his chest while she moved her hips.  Her hands rested on Drew's shoulders as the room filled with the sounds of sex.  Before long, Drew came inside her, but one time had hardly been enough to satisfy them.  Lucy slowly got off of Drew's lap and moved between his legs, taking his still hard cock into her mouth.  She slowly bobbed her head up and down, sometimes pulling his cock out to run her tongue up his full length.  When Drew was close again, Lucy would stop and instead shove his cock between her breasts.  She flashed a grin as she ran her tongue around his tip, pushing him over his limit and shooting out another load on her face and breasts.

From there, they moved to the bedroom, where Lucy pushed Drew onto the bed and straddled him.  She took his cock in her hand and slowly lowered herself onto it.  A loud moan came out of her mouth as his cock entered her a second time.  She put her hands on her chest as she rode him, unable to hold back any sounds coming from her mouth.  She leaned in and stone a deep kiss from Drew;s lips, but before she knew it, the man turned the tables on her and she found herself laying on the bed while he towered over her.  After a number of thrusts, Drew let out another load inside of Lucy while she let out a loud moan and came herself.

Shortly after they had finished, Lucy ended up falling asleep holding onto Drew's arm.  Drew tried to shake her awake, but Lucy slept like a log.

'Come to think of it, she said that she finished her mission early and came straight here to do this elaborate present stunt.  If I remember correctly, she was sent on an elimination job to deal with some problem King's goons were starting.  Did she really pull off the job early just to celebrate Christmas with me?  No...that's not possible,; Drew thought, turning his gaze to the sleeping woman.

"Why does this always happen, anyway?  We always end up having sex whenever you come storming in," Drew said, mostly to himself.  Even as he let out a sigh, he slowly moved a stray strand of Lucy's pink out of her face.  Watching her sleep peacefully made Drew think back to the past a bit before he lied down and went to sleep.

 

Early the next morning, while Drew was making breakfast, Lucy sat at the table wearing nothing but one of Drew's white button up shirts.  She had not bothered to button up the shirt, giving a good view of her chest and stomach.  She sat in silence, clearly thinking over something.  When the thought came to her, she quickly stood up and walked to the kitchen, where Drew was right in the middle of putting butter on toast.

"Hey. so...I kind of forgot to fill out my report for my mission," Lucy suddenly said once she was right next to Drew.  The man's hand stopped moving while he turned to Lucy, who looked at him with a "please help me" smile.

'I take back every positive thing I thought about you before.  You really are an idiot,' Drew thought to himself.  In the end, Drew had spent the day before Christmas having to write Lucy's mission report for her while trying not to be tempted by how she was dressed.  All the while, Lucy lied her head on Drew's lap as she recounted her mission.  Even as he tried to work, impure thoughts began to run through his mind again.

'I guess it's not the worst thing ever, spending the holidays with someone.  Even so, this woman will probably be the end of me at this rate.'