Santa’s Naughty Little Helper

When I laid eyes on my coworker James’ Santa costume, all I could think about was being Santa’s Naughty Little Helper.

My workplace holds a holiday party every year. Most people show up for the open bar, and I can’t say I blame them. The office is always abuzz the following week about who got wasted, who hooked up with who, etcetera. I am careful not to get too wasted or flirty to maintain my air of professionalism. I’m obviously a very naughty girl, but I like to keep that behind closed doors. Which is exactly what I did when I became Santa’s naughty little helper for the night.

James was a jolly Santa indeed, especially when I sat on his lap.

Since he was dressed as Santa, it was James’ job to hand out everyone’s gifts at the party. Attendees lined up before him and were handed their holiday presents one by one.

Awaiting my turn, I devised a plan to get Santa’s full attention. See, I’ve wanted to get with James since he started working with us. So, when my turn came, I sat right on his lap. I mean, that’s what you’re supposed to do with Santa anyway, right?

After about 30 seconds of being on his lap, I felt his cock get hard. I knew then that I was about to become Santa’s Naughty Little Helper.

As soon as I felt his dick swell for me, I smirked because I had his attention. “Santa,” I said, “I think you left a bag of gifts in the back room. Come on, I’ll help you get them.”

I took his hand, and we excused ourselves to the back room, knowing that most of our coworkers were too drunk to suspect anything.

I locked the door behind us and immediately dropped to my knees. Santa’s Naughty Little Helper had a job to do – those balls needed to be drained.

I pulled down his fluffy red pants and tight white underwear. His member was harder than the candy canes adorning the tree. Once I put it in my mouth, I was excited to find it tasted sweeter than them, too.

I eagerly sucked him off until he shot a huge load in my mouth. It was creamier than eggnog, and I was happier than any elf knowing that I was Santa’s naughty little helper.

“Where are the gifts?” asked James.

Laughing, I told him, “that was just an excuse to get you back here.”

“Bad Girl!” scolded James before he bent me over his knee and spanked me.

“Merry Christmas to me!” I squealed, “Santa’s naughty little helper likes a little pain.”

“We better get back out there,” James advised reluctantly. So, we pulled ourselves together and reemerged at the party as casually as possible. Other than nosey Diane from Human Resources, I don’t think anyone even noticed we were gone.

A lot more than work goes on at work. When I’m not being Santa’s naughty little helper, I’m submitting to a dominant female boss – read my last blog all about it.

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