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

[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.