'Twas the night before Christmas. That's the way the story begins.
Jenna walked into the darkened house and pulled off her long coat. She set her purse and coat on the table in the hallway and walked into the kitchen. Opening the door to the fridge, she pulled out a bottle of chardonnay and poured herself a glass. Then, she picked up her glass of wine and headed in to the living room. Turning on the wall switch for the Christmas tree, she settled down in the large, leather couch and kicked off her high-heeled shoes.
It had been a long day at the office followed by the company Christmas party at a downtown hotel. She had spent the evening teasing the horny, young executives at the party and it had gotten her all worked up. The red thong panty that she wore under her sexy, black cocktail dress was soaked with her pussy juice after only an hour at the party. When she slipped out to the bathroom for a break, she seduced her secretary, Kelly, to join her. The hot, silly blond looked so good kneeling between her legs eating her dripping, wet cunt. According to office gossip, the little tramp was an expert cocksucker. She could now add eager twat muncher to her resume.
Once she had cum all over the young woman's face, she slipped her thong off completely and headed back to the party with her secretary in tow. Walking up to Bryan, one of her teasing victims of the evening, she guided him and the girl over to the mistletoe. He kissed her hungrily on the mouth surprised at the tangy taste of pussy on her lips.
"Enjoy yourself." She whispered teasingly in his ear as she slipped her wet thong panties into his hand. "I certainly did."
Jenna turned on her heel, picked up her coat and headed out the door to her car. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Kelly being steered over to the bank of elevators surrounded by three of the horny, male executives that Jenna had been teasing. She wondered if the young girl would make it to the hotel suite with any of her clothes on.
Jenna sipped her glass of wine and smiled as she thought about the plight of her secretary at the hands of those hormonally charged males. She felt a little guilty about leaving the young woman in the lecherous hands of the guys that she had been cock-teasing all night, a little guilty but not too much. She wondered how many cocks would fuck her secretary before the night was done.
The flickering lights of the Christmas tree disturbed her thoughts. Suddenly, a figure in a red outfit appeared next to the tree. The strange thing about this figure was that the person was female and not male, and instead of being overweight, the person was very slim and trim with very large breasts and long legs. Her red outfit was not the typical velvet Santa uniform. The woman wore a red, leather corset that hugged her waist and pushed up her large breasts. Her legs were covered in red fishnet stockings and black, knee-high boots.
"Hello, Jenna." She said turning to face the surprised woman sitting on the couch.
"Hello, yourself." Jenna answered. "Who the hell are you? And, what are you doing in my house?"
"Such a temper." She scolded. "I'm Mistress Sandra Clause. I've come to take care of you, since you've been such a naughty little bitch."
"Right." Jenna responded. "Why don't you leave before I call the cops."
She reached for her cell phone. Before she could begin to dial, Mistress Clause strode across the room and grabbed her by the hair on top of her head lifting her off the couch. She dropped her on the floor and ground the spike heel of her boot into the middle of Jenna's chest.
"You bitch!" Jenna screamed. "I'm pressing charges for assault."
"Shut up." Sandra replied. "You're doing nothing."
She took the cell phone and through it against the back wall of the fireplace shattering the electronic device into little pieces.
"You have been a very bad girl." Sandra said pressing the heel of her boot against her chest. "Your actions have consequences. It's time for a little lesson."
Jenna's vision went dark. When she could focus again, she found herself standing in the elevator of the hotel surrounded by the three male executives. She looked down and realized that she was wearing the slinky little dress that her secretary had been wearing. Her hands were rubbing the front of two of her companions. She could feel their cocks growing inside their pants as she rubbed them. At the same time, three pairs of hands groped her body squeezing her ass and tits and probing the moist opening of her pussy.
"God, she's hot." Whispered Bryan from behind as he reached around to squeeze her breasts. He pulled he back until she felt his growing cock pressing between the cheeks of her ass.
"Her pussy is just dripping." Said Rob from her left as his fingers plunged between the swollen lips of her cunt. "It got you all hot and bothered eating your boss's pussy, didn't it?"
Jenna could only moan as she felt her body being mauled by her companions.
"Did she return the favor?" Teased Will, the final companion. "Or, did the selfish bitch cum on your face and leave you hanging?"
"No." Moaned Jenna. "She did not return the favor."
"Too bad." He replied. "I'd love to see her prim, bitchy face buried in your pussy."
The door of the elevator opened and they stumbled down the hallway to a large hotel suite. Will opened the door and the others pushed Jenna into the room.
"It's about time." Said a female voice in the room. "I thought you guys were going to leave me here all alone."
"We brought another playmate back with us." Said Bryan
"Ooooh, yummy!" Replied the woman. "Did you bring me a present?"
Jenna looked up to see Mistress Sandra Clause standing in front of the bed. She was still dressed in her Christmas dominatrix outfit complete with red riding crop in her hand.
"You?!?" Jenna exclaimed in surprise.
"Do you two know each other?" Rob asked.
