Mistletoe Woes (2024)
A reserved doberman ad exec has a problem with the holidays and her bosses focus on holiday tradition like the mistletoe that decorate all over their office. It’s up to her Reindeer boss to find a way to make her open up to holiday tradition and have some fun.
Greetings and Bienvenue fellows
Just a late Christmas story.
Author’s Note:
*This is a work of fiction. All the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are fictional, and from my twisted and weird imagination. Any resemblance to people or characters living, dead, fictional or non fiction is a coincidence and or a cosmic joke from the universe. *
All characters are of legal and consenting age
---Jenny and Mathew belong to me (No taking or using without my permission)
*If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM *
:Warning:
The following story contains adult material and depiction's of sexual and Kink based activity. If you are under 18 or whatever age of consent in your Province, Municipality, State, Country, Nation etc. then do not read further.
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Jenny Benson hated the holidays. The constant throng, the noise, and the busy scheduling, it all compounded to make the lithe, blue-eyed doberman girl exhausted and depressed. Her usually bright brownish fur suffered, as the gleam of her coat faded with the dimming of her inner spark.
She disliked Easter; Never having understood the connection between rabbits, eggs and the holy saviour.
She scoffed at mothers and fathers day; Every day was parent appreciation day, especially when you were a child. It was literally how you got fed and clothed. Don’t believe her, you try not appreciating your parents and then just see.
Thanksgiving was a nightmare. Having to deal with the fuss of preparing a traditional dinner, and Black Friday! Need you even have to say anymore? Never mind dealing with the most nagging and irritating members of your family, who crawled out of the aether of nowhere to come together for a few days a year.
Valentines day was loathed with a passion. Why would anyone be excited by a holiday corrupted and pushed by marketing companies? A cult of false impressions and priorities hampering the value of love, which just so happened to fill coffers and sell products? It also helped that she hadn’t found anyone worth joining the cult with. Not in ages.
Halloween was tolerated. Dressing up was fine, when you were a child. Adults should know better, and candy may seem like a great prize when you young, but that’s only if you weren’t a type one diabetic from birth (like her), in which case, it sucked.
Christmas however, was the absolute worst of them all. The streets were filled with tight clenched masses scrambling to get their noel fix. Filling the streets and malls and shopping centres to spend money people didn’t have on mostly useless junk no one actually needed. All the while the roads were heavily barricaded by traffic. Everything was more expensive, and the weather was always more cold.
Jenny worked as an executive with a big local Advertising firm. The office was downtown, so travelling to work during Christmas was a nightmare. Every. DAMN. DAY! To make it worse, every-time she finally made it in to work, the best pastries and been devoured and the best coffee had been drunk, leaving only a lower quality tasting residue in the filter. Sometimes she felt like it would be great to just take the entire season off, but she’d never get away with it.
So here she sat, another Christmas season almost coming to an end. It was Christmas eve, and the office was having one final meeting before leaving early, and heading out till January second.
If the late night session wasn’t exasperating enough, everywhere you looked there was mistletoe.
It was a big joke around the office; Stand under the mistletoe and get a kiss. Someone had taken that to heart and so every season for several years, the office was struck up with wreaths of mistletoe everywhere.
In the hallways, along the meeting room walls, above the women’s bathroom. Anywhere one could make it awkward or where at least two people could bump into each other, there was a twig, wreath, or dart of holly and mistletoe awaiting you.
Of course no one was forced to kiss, but there was something about the insidious nature of the mistletoe and tradition surrounding it, that just forced people to comply. The doberman girl often would roll her eyes as she saw her co-workers fall into the trap and even more so when they actually acted on it and kissed. If Jenny wasn’t worried about an HR complaint she would have openly mocked every instance she witnessed.
It wasn’t that she was against kissing, but the whole affair felt childish to her. The tough doberman girl had given up on childish things a long time ago. She had grown up slightly poor, and with varied parental attention. He parents working hard and long hours that kept them all separated. As such many childish things had been forced to be left behind, for her to structure and take care of her own life. This had padded the gaps in her childhood, and carried on into her adulthood as well.
So far Jenny had managed to avoid the mistletoe’s malicious grasp, being extremely careful to dodge and avoid the “kiss zones” they propped up along the office floor. But it was getting harder and harder year after year to avoid them. The weirdo who kept putting them up got more creative and ambitious yearly. More and more places be they rooms or hallways slowly became embedded with the stuff, like an intimate landmine field.
It was especially harder to avoid the nefarious twigs, when she was working for a complete ass like Mathew Brewder; A tall and muscled gift too douchebags everywhere. The greyish brown coloured reindeer loved to push his employees into the mistletoe fields. He seemed to find great joy in watching them have to kiss each other, even at the most awkward moments. That would be bad enough, if not for the fact he was obsessed with trying to get Jenny herself to mash lips with someone in the office.
As she was one of the few employees who hadn’t fallen victim to the Yuletide traps, her reindeer boss had taken an upmost interest in seeing her own turn come about. His constant urgings for them to take a walk around the office, or asking her to personally fetch him something from a break room, or booby-trapped office, was getting overly frequent.
The sad part was, Mathew Brewder was otherwise what the ladies might call a hunk. Jenny had to admit, with his nice rack of antlers, and tight muscles, Brewder made an attractive prospect. Let it not be said that you couldn’t stuff that much hot bulky venison in a suit, and put it on display.
If only it wasn’t for his almost frat-boyish attitude when it came to office inner workings, she might be tempted to break office relationship protocol. Though it was quite clear that Mathews general lack of professional candour was one of the things that greatly offended Jenny’s sensibilities. He knew it, She knew it. The reindeer male however, was one of those who was under the impression that he was so attractive and appealing, that she would look past that.
She wouldn’t though.
The doberman sat in her chair at the board table, watching her boss boast about the firm’s recent increase in profit and clientele for the holiday season. He of course never mentioned how Jenny had been the one to sign on the new clients, ensuring each offered a forty-percent retainer fee for the firm upfront. Her blue eyes pooling into darkened cold pools as she glared at him.
“Jenny?”
…”Jenny?”
Her eyes quickly snapped back to normal blue hues, gaze flickering over towards where Mathew was calling to her.
“What?” She snapped a bit too quickly, calming her tensed muscles as she took in the other board members staring at her.
Mathew managed to keep a smirk off his face, but she could tell from the glint in his green eyes, that he was chortling at her embarrassment.
“I was asking if there was anything else you’d like to add to the season’s final quarter,” offered the tall reindeer. His shoulders slumping forward as he took a leaning position against the table. Watching her intently to see how she would react.
The doberman took a deep breath before she aptly replied.
“Well Mr Brewder, I may recommend that next year we post our seasonal contracts with our clients, the way you won’t forget to report whose name is actually listed on them, and who brought us this seasonal uptake.” Her voice was sweet and calm, carrying with it none of the anger that she felt inside. She had gotten good at hiding her true emotions, and burying it under all the bullshit.
“That’s actually not a bad idea Jenny.” Mathew’s eyes twinkled as he looked her over, noting the reserved anger in her glare. The most ripe moment to twist her arm even more it seemed. “We could use it as an incentive system for our associates, build the business and get noticed!” Guffawed the reindeer.
Jenny’s blue eyes narrowed, though her face retained a smile, her resolve to be professional was massively conflicting with the anger boiling in her blood. Oh the bastard knew how to get at her. Mostly by never acting like she got to him. Even then sometimes the doberman wondered if he had to control himself as much as she had to when they went back and forth like this. Nodding her ahead she grunted a small agreement and turned away from her bosses gaze and his stupid smug face.
“Well if no one else has anything to add, I think i’ve kept you folks from your festivities and Amalies enough,” stated Mathew broadly. His wingers tapped on the glass board table as he gestured to the offices doorway. “Home all of you, and don’t think of doing any more work until January, enjoy!” He laughed, as the rest of the board disbanded and began to head out.
Jenny remained in her seat, taking care to pick up her papers and reports and file them in her shoulder bag alongside her laptop and phone. The doberman had to admit that Mathew was quite a good boss in many ways. He was inspiring, friendly and had that social quality that drew people to him and made them want to impress. Jenny had never had that quality or spark, and part of her was no doubt jealous that Mathew did.
“Watch out for the mistletoe on your way out!” Called Mathew as he began packing his suitcase as well. That comment was enough for Jenny to come out of her melancholy and the anger too flare up again. That damn Mistletoe again!
“Why do you care so much about this stupid mistletoe tripe?” Demanded Jenny. With no one else around she felt no need to keep peaceful airs, and allowed menace to drip into her voice.
“Because I find it a joyful tradition, and it’s the holiday season to be joyous,” Stated Mathew with smug confidence.
“It’s a stupid tradition, besides you are going to get an HR complaint one of these days form allowing that trash up everywhere,” grunted Jenny. The doberman lifted a long leg and bought it over her knee, showing off her brand new office shoes.
“I’m sorry about not mentioning you were being the new clients at the meeting,” offered Mathew, ignoring her previous statement. The reindeers face taking a slight blush as he looked away as if embarrassed. “I was worried that it might cause some rivalry or bad blood with the others if I singled you out.” He added quickly, finally having picked up all his files.
“That’s the best excuse you have?” Snarked Jenny, though this was slightly an act on her part. She had been taken away by his admission. “Workplaces are meant to be competitive Matthew, that’s the point of business.”
“But it doesn’t need to make things hard in the office,” offered the reindeer. “I like my employees to be on good terms with each other, it’s better for morale and it keeps things civil and on task.”
“Then what is this thing we have going on?” Jabbed Jenny. “Everyone knows each time we play our game, no matter how professional and natural we pretend to act. Is that the kind of good terms you mean?”
“I like to see it as playful banter, especially if it is playful, but you always make it spiteful Jen!” Replied Mathew, getting more heated as the conversation went on. Jenny could see she was pushing his buttons, she should tone it down.
Fat chance.
“I get spiteful Matt, because I have to work for a boss that acts like a toddler on his birthday everyday! I get upset because there is always a contingent of tinsel mistletoe in the office every Christmas season, and i have to Dodge, duck, dip, dive, and—and dodge to avoid it!” Jenny growled.
“I’m sorry you don’t like fun Jenny, I’m sorry that you don’t like the offices traditions, but that’s on you not me,” replied Mathew gently. “I wish you would take more time to spend with us off hours, I think it would really do you good,” he finished, preparing to leave.
“You’re my boss Mathew, not my life coach. I really don’t care about your personal advice!” Snorted the doberman girl.
“Why don’t you care about anything we do around here?” Replied Mathew with a grunt. “Too stuck up to have fun or be happy like you should be?” He furthered dug at her. “I watch you every holiday, let alone every week, come into this office mopey, and frigid. You eat lunch alone in your office, you leave alone, you don’t come to any of the drink meet ups we have after work,” listed off the reindeer male gently. “You just seem to have a very lonely life Would spicing things up a bit kill you that much?”
Jenny was taken a back by her bosses forwardness. Usually her boss was more coy and played things close to the chest. He seemed to have tired of the game. The doberman girl suddenly found some worldly respect for her boss. She was also totally being silent cause she had nothing to say, not because she was fearful he was totally right.
Jenny simply got up, picking up her coat and her shoulder bag. She turned around from her boss, and began walking toward the door and hallway beyond. As she walked she felt something trialing along her furred cheeks, not realizing until she stopped to wipe her face, that they had been tears.
Mathew was right. Sure, the Dobie girl had reasons to not like things. Sure she had reasons to be as uptight as she was, but all it did was make her alone and miserable. She was committed to no nonsense, but that had over time expanded into including fun in general. The mistletoe itself had never been her problem, it was her fears of never being close enough to someone who would want to kiss her. Mistletoe present or not.
She made her way into the hallway starring straight and walking like she was in a trance, before a firm but gentle force gripped her arm. Turning her with the slightest movement, as if her body was on auto pilot.
Mathew stood there, one arm holding her, the other reaching forward to wipe the rest of the tears from her face with a handkerchief.
“Jenny…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” blushed the tall reindeer, hanging his head in shame. “I’m supposed to make you want to be happy, and I went and did the opposite.” Jenny finally was able to look at him and see the worry in his face. It was an odd look for someone who usually wore a smile or smirk most of the day. Her gaze flickered over the tall male’s antlers, noting that he had them engraved and detailed at sometime. Funny how she never had noticed that before. Never had taken the time too.
“I want to be happy, but there is so much to not be happy about and I don’t see a reason to pretend otherwise!” Sobbed the doberman girl, trying to pull herself from Mathew’s grasp. He held his grip though and brought his paw up to wipe her cheeks once more with his cloth. “I’m not a social person like you Mathew, I don’t know how to be.”
“If I help you, will you promise me that you’ll try?” answered her boss. Mathew’s preceding pleading look reminded Jenny of those feral animals in the humane commercials with the big round eyes. She couldn’t help but give a small laugh at the sight, a sense of calm cascading across her as she did so.
“Okay…What’s first?” She asked gently, eyes widening as the reindeers paw cupped her chin and drew her gaze upwards. There it lay, hanging above them, right at the hallway entrance to the office; mistletoe, with figs of holly and tinsel tying it to the roof panel.
Jenny smouldered suddenly with a flash of anger, but a soft touch to her paws, drew her eyes to the reindeers. A pair of green and blue orbs starred back at one another. The doberman’s eyes watering from her recent crying. It took her a minute to clam as she realized they had finally gotten her. the Mistletoe had won, and snared her in its trap. It was still a stupid tradition in her opinion, but…she had to prove to Matt she was willing to try.
“Fuck whoever put that up there,” she quickly growled before taking the initiative and leaning forward to bury her muzzle into Mathews.
The reindeer male gave a surprised snort as the doberman’s muzzle ran suddenly into his, her tongue pressing between his lips and drawing his own into her clasp. Her soft paws cupped his cheeks, ribbing into the fur as she turned her muzzle to better angle their mouths together. Matt recovered quickly and dropped his handkerchief to wrap both arms around her shoulders and hug her into him. His owns hands then arched forward to stroke along her hair and rub her shoulder. The two furs melding into one another.
Jenny was entrenched with her bosses muzzle, they’re mouths fused together, but not enough to maintain a full seal. Hot short breaths escaped from the clenching muzzles as both furs scrambled to catch a breath, but unwilling to break the kiss. Jenny’s mind was racing as she came to realize this was the first time she had had such a passionate kiss as this.
This was more than a simple tradition, or a soft smooch and peck. This was passion. Matthew wanted her, and the way he was holding her to his chest only cemented that thought in her mind. He wasn’t letting her go, and he didn’t seem inclined to break up their shared kiss. She lifted her hand from his cheeks to rub along his tall magnificent antlers, tracing the detail that had been etched into the bone.
Matt groaned as he felt her paws tracing over this antlers, he couldn’t directly feel her paws, but her touch made him well aware of her presence and it was invigorating. The combination of her mouth and her touch was too much, as he finally had to pull alway from her. The shortness of breath having made his heart beat dangerously fast. The two were now standing right beside the other, panting and starring with lust in their eyes.
“Do you want to know each other better?” Asked the Reindeer with a slight chuckle, that characteristic smirk of his appearing on his muzzle.
“Drop the coyness and just fuck me asshole!” Growled Jenny playfully, before she leapt forward and jumped into the tall males arms. Matthew picking her up in his grasp and hoisting her like a couple on their honey moon. his muzzle and hers met once more, their tongues wriggling together as they french kissed hard. With her still connected to his muzzle, Matt directed them through the hall and back towards his private office. it was the only place he could think of with shaded windows and a strong lock on the door. Luckily for the two new lovers, most of the office staff had cleared out. The wheezing of a vacuum from one of the cleaning staff, was the only sound to reach their ears. When they reached the office door, Jenny reached down and turned the latch, the pair stumbling into the office.
Matthew grunted and he walked up to his large oak desk, the top having been cleared off previously for the meeting. He laid Jenny gently on top of the desk before reaching to run a strong paw over her chest and down to her stomach. She wore a professional looking grey office skirt, with a white blouse and a corresponding grey office jacket. Her legs were already bare and she had somewhere on their trip, kicked her shoes off. Her bare paws now on display as her toes clenched and flayed in anticipation. It was one of the sexiest sights the male had ever seem, coming from one of the coldest ice queens he had ever worked with. “Just needs something hot to thaw her out” grinned the reindeer to himself. He quickly thanked his keen insight that he hadn’t said that out loud. Her foot was right in kicking distance of his boys.
Pulling reluctantly away from the hot dog buffet before him, Matt made sure to lock his door, before he started pulling off his tie and unbuttoning his work shirt. Back on the desk ,Jenny had already shedded her grey jacket and was unbuttoning her own blouse as she gazed at the hot deer hunk in front of her. As her fingers quickly unclasped her reserved bodice, she watched with wide and alluring eyes as Matt dropped his coat and shirt to the floor. His bare muscular chest on display. He was a perfect example of well worked out stud. The only discrepancy was a single long scar along his right peck that ended at his stomach. His massive and bulging shoulders, showed a long athletic lifestyle.
As matt approached her, he watched as Jenny unclasped her skirt and drew it away from her thighs letting it fall over his chair. She now was only dressed in a pair of black lace panties and braw, her unbuttoned white blouse still clinging to her shoulders. A silver necklace with a moon pendant around her neck. God she was beautiful, even when dressed as the most reserved bookworm ever. His hands fumbled with his belt, undoing the class and then pulling down his pants and boxers at once. His male pride slamming to attention and hitting his stomach as it was freed from its cotton prison.
Jenny could only gasp and moan as she saw her bosses north pole stand proud and true, almost nine and half inches of thick reindeer meat, dripping and throbbing in front of her. She watched Matt kick his pants off, his hooves silently moving over the office carpet, until his naked body stood above her. Her own fingers gently padded over her panties, rubbing at the quivering pooch pussy hidden underneath. She moaned as her fingers rubbed a particular sensitive spot and she arched her back, showing off her barely contained breasts behind her bra.
Matt’s green eyes lit up as he saw her present her body for him. Her breasts which weren’t massive, but fairly well sized, her bare trembling stomach and her inviting legs splayed out along with her cute little toes. He leant forward and cupped her covered breasts with his hands. It took only one forceful pull to rip the braw from her shoulders and expose the round suppleness of her chest baskets. Her brown fur gave way to a small stream of light caramel coloured fur along her breasts and stomach, leading down to her crotch. The fur around her nipples was particularly light, highlighting the colour of her nips poking out. Pure purple from arousal. His hand groped and massaged each breast before his fingers tweaked the purple nipple gently, loving the moans and growls coming from the dogie girl as she writhed on his desk.
Matt was gentle though, never pulling too hard, while leaning to add his lips and tongue to the festivities. Tonguing along her hardened nips and suckling gently while his fingers rubbed and stroked along her breasts and stomach. Jenny groaning as she felt her sweetest and most sensitive spots being played and toyed with. It was an amazing feeling, one that she hadn’t felt in ever. Groping and a mixture of hand and blow-jobs had been the most sexual experiences she had participated in, in her life. Now Matt was pulling and nipping at her tits, while fiddling with her damp pari of panties.
Finally succeeding in pulling the wet-soaked cloth from around her pelvis, he drew them up her legs, allowing her to finally fling them off her foot. They few though the air and plastered to the office window. Both Jenny and Matt gave a blush at that, watching how sticky and wet the material was. A joyous sigh escaped both their muzzles, right before matt’s eyes were drawn to the quivering little brown furred slit. She wasn’t wide and had a tight little snatch, with a fair pair of puffy lips. A small triangle of brandy coloured peach fuzz protected the top of her mound. Matt’s eyes grew bright as his nostrils flared with the smell of aroused canine. The way the leaky and dripping slit before him shivered, spouting a small stream of wetness across her thighs and the desktop, convinced him of his next action.
Crouching down on his knees, so his face rested against her inner thigh, Matt placed his hands on either side of the twitching round muffin of Jenny’s cunt. His fingers began a gentle stroke and rub along the inner dampness of her thighs, running over her soft slit again and again as he played along her pelvis. His neck leaned inward and he drove a small kiss to the top of the slick pussy lips. Jenny’s growl of arousal made him smirk as he traced his tongue along the top of her mound, avoiding attacking her lips or insides directly…Yet. His fingers rubbing until he found the femoral artery in her leg, rubbing gently over it to make her hot and bothered.
“Please…Matt, please…S-Stop teasing!” pleaded Jenny gently, her sensitive spots were going crazy and she was getting antsy for some further attention. Her thighs tried to close in over him, to force him further, but he placed his massive shoulders between her thighs, and they fell back splayed. Her grunt of disappointed anger was enough for Matt to stop teasing. His tongue driving between her inner lips and pressing deep into her cavern.
Jenny hollered and quickly gripped the reindeers tall antlers in her hands, riding his rack like motorbike and holding him there, hoping he would dive deeper. Matt’s tongue was doing its best to fulfill that wish, as it crested through her pussy lips and then back into her tight tunnel, twisting and licking its way through her folds. The reindeer took his time as he traced inside her, trying to find her sweet spots for future reference. He knew every time he nailed one by how tight and loud his doberman girl became when his tongue flickered over a spongey sensitive spot. Her soft little foot paws drummed across his back fur, toes splaying wide as he licked inside her.
He had found her clit and was licking around it, hoping to engorge the little love button and make it grow. It seemed to work as her clit prodded outside her pussy lips, emboldened by his healthy assault upon it. Now bared to the world, Matt sealed the little nub between his lips, placing his tongue on the top of the bundle of nerves, and suckled hard.
Jenny screamed so loud she had to drop her mates antlers and clasp her paws over her mouth, muffling the crescendo of her hoarse cries and moans. Her legs shook from their position over the reindeers back, while her thighs clasped tighter, still separated by the males broad shoulders. Her stomach rippled with orgasmic aftershocks while her breasts heaved from the exhausting moaning her lungs were producing. The dogie girls fingers and toes splayed and clenched in the air desperately. Matt responded to her passionate throws, by placing one hand on her leg pinning it down. He marvelled at the muscles clenching in her thigh, noting how much pleasure she must be going through, while his other hand held her down by the stomach. As her final shocks and spasms worked their way out of her system, Matt’s attention flew back to his cock. It was harder and hotter than it had been in ages, his desire at its top peak.
Staggering back up on his legs, Matt licked around the damp fur of his muzzle, tasting the sweet and tangy flavour of the former ice queen before him. Her flavour was delicious to the male, and he cleaned his muzzle and chin, while stroking the rock hard stick that was his dick. With no further waiting, he laid himself over Jenny who was still wearing the white blouse about her shoulders. He leaned her up and pulled the blouse fully off, dropping it back to the floor, before he leaned in to press his muzzle to hers once more. She returned the kiss, licking gently at his lips like her species was known to do. She soon broke it off and leaned back gripping the desk side and top as she prepared for being impaled on his male-hood.
Matt arched his body until he fit between her splayed legs and his erection poked along her soft but tight little slit. His arms took position on either side of her chest, his hands splaying across the desktop as he wiggled his hips and brought his muzzle to lick and tease the area between her throat and breasts. “Are you ready?” he asked. Her yip of need answering his question. With a small smile the reindeer drove forward and speared into her tight snatch with his throbbing reindeer cock.
Jenny groaned and arched up, so she could bite into the males shoulder as his doe-breaker breached her walls with a single push, driving in to half hilt before he held himself still.
God it was a monster cock for a snatch as tight as hers, still it fit snug and well. There was still room inside of her for the rest of his pole, and he clearly felt that as well, as he withdrew his dick to the tip, before slamming back in and driving several inches further through her pussy. Her arms launched around his shoulders as her breath hitched and her moans echoed in the office. her fingers dug like claws into his back and shoulders. She had no place for her muzzle but in the crook of his neck, licking and slightly biting into his fur. Matt groaned in union, her tight snatch making every moment and stride inside of her a tense and pleasurable feeling.
His paw flew to her mouth and cupped her chin as he started to hump even more into her. his thighs tensing as his butt cheeks clenched with every thrust, slowly going further and farther into her. He rubbed her breast with one hand while licking her neck and stroking her hair, her own paws clenching into his body they pushed back and forth together. Her legs wrapped around the reindeers hips as her paws flew under this arms to grip and scramble over his ass, her toes clenching hard into his spine with every thrust.
It was a tight but pleasurable exchange, and both furs could feel the stroking and force of the others reactions. With a grunt of effort, the male pulled her up and off the desk, her legs locking behind his back as her front pressed to his chest. Her tits mashed against his chest and abs as her arms cradled around his neck and shoulders and her head fell back. The new position allowed the reindeer to carry her weight, putting the effort on him to lift and drop her up and down in rhythm and dance on his fuck stick. Her body seized with pleasure as the new angle allowed this cock to scrape along spots she normally couldn’t reach with her fingers or toy. Her body wracking with pleasure as she starred up at the ceiling. Eyes rolled into her head as she rippled along the line of orgasm from his speed and ferocity.
There it was again, more mistletoe, mocking her as she rocked up and down in the hot males embrace. The offensive little weed glaring at her while she was in the hottest moment of passion of her life. Matts thick hips continued pumping up and down, his ass clenching with every thrust. The constant drive drew her anger from the mistletoe, channelling instead into her clenching her inner muscles and angling her thrust back on his cock. Her gaze looked past the mistletoe as her lover stoked a rather sweet and reactive spot inside her, making her squirt hard around his length. Her body cumming like a freight train as she held firm, screeching.
Matt felt her drench his thighs, and felt her body stiffen like a rack as she screamed her orgasm. His hips pumped time more before he withdrew his manhood, allowing a string of their combined juice and premium to splatter the carpet. As he oiled out and hefted her weight back to the desk, his cock refused to go limp. Pointing hard and firm still. His own orgasm had been on the horizon before she had shot first. Matt swallowed and groaned as he let his passion die down, not wanting to overwhelm her so quickly by pushing for his pleasure.
“That sounded good, how was it?” He inquired, lifting her chin up to see her glazed-over eyes. Her voice was hoarse and she couldn’t string a sentence together, babble and nonsense pouring out of her mouth. “That good huh love?” He answered for her, cleaning down to lick over her eyes and nuzzle into her ears. Her body still wasn’t able to move as she clung to her tall lover, lying her head in his chest as she breathed hard.
Together they sat on the edge of the desk, holding each other. Jenny wasn’t a fool, she knew that Matt hadn’t cum yet. She had not felt him cum or heard him. The lack of thick pungent reindeer seed had made that even more clear. Still he wasn't pushing it, and part of her loved him for that. It showed her that he was serious about being with her beyond a quick pump and dump. That said, she wanted this to be a shared experience.
“Get up!” came her demand, as she pushed her naked body off of her lovers and stood before him.
“Okay, what now?” He asked as he to stood up and opened his arms showing off his still hard and naked body.
“Turn around and bend over the desk Matty, we have a tradition to uphold,” grinned the dobie girl. Flickering a finger up to the roof. Matt’s head followed her pointing finger and grinned. Seeing the mistletoe and realizing she was getting into it, he did as she ordered. Turning around and bending over the desk. His ass cheeks flexing open and showing off the little rose pucker of his taint.
“Now that’s a kissing invitation,” smirked Jenny getting into the spirit as she strode over. She drew her paws back and slapped both hands across each thick meaty ass cheek, making Matt call out in surprise and slight pain. “This is some fine reindeer jerky you got here Matty, care if I take a taste test?” Without waiting for a response she dove forward and ran her tongue along the rim of the reindeer males taint. Prodding his star with her tongue as she bit gently into the flesh around his butt. The reindeers shivering spasms and moans letting her know he was enjoying it.
She felt her eyes fighting to stay open, her body having been pushed through so much. Jenny could feel herself getting tired and didn’t feel like drawing this out much longer. Besides, Matthew hadn’t cum yet and needed…No, deserved a release. Her tongue punctured its way into his tight starfish and ran along the inner lining. There wasn’t much of a taste, except for a heady musk, but overall it wasn’t as bad as she feared it could be. Pressing forward she drove her hands underneath the quivering male thighs to stroke and play with the reindeers thick leather ballsack, and to run over his soft perineum.
Matt’s chief response was the stiffening of his ass and leg muscles with a loud snort. Her tongue suddenly being seized by his clenching buttocks, only to press forward through the folds and lap and tingle against the soft insides of his ass.
Jenny withdrew her tongue and replaced it with an inquisitive finger, driving forward and worming her way through his ass, pushing through the soft walls and recess until she felt the throbbing little nip of his love button. “Blow hard for me Mathew!” scorned Jenny with mischievous malice as she used her foreigner and thumb to pinch his prostate between them and strum it like a guitar pick. Matt’s hollering gruff voice reverberated in her own chest as his entire body clenched and stiffened while a stinging smell of arousal and musk reached her nostrils. Spurt after heated spurt of thick spooge splattered all over the desk and chair and back windows even. Matt closing his eyes and holding himself from collapsing, cumming hard and long, spurting far and wide, his balls clenching in her paw as they depleted their white essence.
After the last of his seed was spent, Matt slid to his knees and laid his back to his desk as he breathed hard. Jenny pressed into his lap, her own folds drenched in her feminine honey as she watched the reindeer stag roll his head back and close his eyes. Leaning in she nipped at his neck and wrapped around him, his own strong arms picking her up and cradling her spent body to his side.
“That was fucking intense!” groaned Jenny taking a deep breath as she ran her hands through her lovers antlers once again.
“You’re telling me. Glad you finally warmed up to my my mistletoe though,” teased Mathew.
“Your mistletoe…You’ve been stringing this shit up all over the place?” Accused Jenny pulling away from Matt to stare at him with a scowl.
“I thought it might help you open up a bit,” muttered the reindeer, giving her a wink and running his hand across her hair, petting her gently. Jenny’s eyes rolled as her scowl slowly was replaced by a slight smile.
“Maybe it did,” she wondered, resting her head on his shoulder. “This was really great Matt.”
“I’m glad you opened up a bit more Jen,”began Matt stroking his chin as he contemplated something new. “If you want to keep opening up to me, maybe we could come to a deal?”
“What kind of deal?” She asked as his face turned into a slight smirk.
“I’ll take down my mistletoe in the office, if you agree to allow one single piece to be with you at all times. To show you’re open to being more open,” he finished.
Jenny groaned as she felt his finger trial down her stomach and started playing with the tip of her opening, His muzzle licking itself in anticipation as he leaned over to kiss her.
The kiss lasted a few moments before they broke part again, eyes locked together with hands closed.
“Okay.”
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“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!”
Jenny screamed aloud as she arched her back and splayed her arms and legs as orgasm after orgasm riddled through her body. Her fingers and toes clenching in the rugged and bundled sheets of her bed as the hulking form of her boss—turned fuck friend—gorged himself on her cunt.
Her arms flew to his head as her hands gripped his antlers like handlebars, enjoying the way his tongue lapped over her still sensitive walls and lips.
“So about coming to our new year party tonight…” began Mathew before diving back into the dobermans oyster, and appreciating her bright pearl with his tongue. His shoulders shaking as he chuckled into her pussy, as her feet pressed on his shoulders trying to angle away from the antagonizing tongue play.
“I’ll…Be there…AT SEVEN!” cried Jenny as she erupted once more, and another set of orgasmic aftershocks rocked her back and forth on his muzzle. Matt pulled away from her dripping and quivering mound and then wrapped his arms around her, bringing her to snuggle into his side. His erection pressed against the bud of her asshole. “Wait Matt, not THERE!”
“Why not love, you already breached mine,” he teased, before pressing the tip into her pucker, making her back arch.
“Fine, but then you’re buying me some real jewellery this time, something i can wear outside my clothes!” Ordered Jenny. Moaning loudly as her boss finished the job and rammed himself flush to her ass. His this dick breeching her backdoor.
As his hips slammed back and forth into her backside, knocking the wind out of her with every pump, she clawed with one hand at his shoulder while the other drove down to play with her little bud. Flickering over the newly situated clit ring, and making her arch back into Matts thrusts.
It had been part of the agreement she had made with Mathew. She had even gotten pierced right on boxing day, so they wouldn’t lose any time between their love making. What made the clit ring extra special was the rings small little charm and chain dangling over her slit. A gift that Mathew had discovered in a sex shop a while ago, and been waiting for the right person to give it too.
A little mistletoe and holly charm. Mathew had thus not stopped eating dobie pussy for days and showed no sign of losing his appetite. Jenny couldn’t even find fault with it anymore, she was just happy to be apart of something, even if it meant something silly like mistletoe.
No longer was it one of her woes.