Oh Cum All Ye Faithful

I guess every workplace develops its own Christmas traditions. After graduating, I worked at a firm where a tradition had been established even before I joined that at the staff Christmas party all the women wore stockings – I had no complaints as I was wearing stockings to work almost every day anyway!

Now I work part time for one individual and as you probably already know we have an unusual arrangement whereby I must always wear seams and heels when I’m in the office – about twice a week, usually – and boring bras are banned, so it’s either a quarter cup, occasionally a bullet bra or none at all. And sometimes when I wear a bullet bra I’m told to remove it and hang it on the back of my chair! Each time when I do go to the office I give my boss, Chris, hand relief and sometimes he asks me to come in for this sole purpose – he still thinks it is funny to leave me a voicemail saying that something has come up at work which he needs me to handle personally!

So regular hand relief is our norm but the ‘tradition’ we have developed, if that’s quite the right word, is that in the run up to Christmas, I give him oral. In the past I’d just choose a day close to Christmas and surprise him by taking him in my mouth but now we plan ahead, so much so that I’ve even put it in his diary this year – Friday, 15^th December and a picture of some big red lips.

One of the reasons we arrange this in advance is that he likes to abstain for a week or more before so as to build up a really full load, which he knows I really like. Chris is one of those men who always produces a large volume of semen and who ejaculates with considerable power but I think he sees his oral treat as a performance, so likes to impress with an especially full load of thick, sticky spunk.

And it’s something of a special performance for me too. I always put on lots of thick bright red lipstick and then I gloss them so they’re shining like stars in the sky. I also put my hair in a ponytail, so it’s out of the way and also so he can grab it, for reasons I’m about to come onto.

When I’m giving him oral relief, Chris likes to do three things, if he can. The first is easy – he likes to hear me gagging on his cock. So I allow him to ‘force’ my head down, so I begin to choke as his cock hits the back of my throat and he pushes it down my windpipe. I don’t let this go too far as I don’t want to be bringing up my mince pie and Champagne but I make plenty of gagging noise.

Last year I managed to record some of this ‘performance’ and you can hear it yourself by following this link (as I don’t think I can add an audio file here).

https://www.flickr.com/photos/ladyinseams/53373694847/in/dateposted/

https://www.flickr.com/photos/ladyinseams/53373694847/in/dateposted/

https://www.flickr.com/photos/ladyinseams/53373694847/in/dateposted/

The second thing he likes to do is give a lot of verbal abuse. Normally, when I am giving him hand relief, he starts these comments as he is approaching climax and says it’s because he begins to lose control, as his sap rises and he’s just about to spurt all over my chest. But with oral, it starts from the outset. Now I know a lot of women, most perhaps, would be insulted by such talk and wouldn’t tolerate it but I’ve never felt that way. In fact, when I’m giving any man oral I think being called twenty different versions of ‘whore’ is very erotic and it gets me wet and ready for my own orgasm.

And the third thing Chris likes to do is phone my husband, who can then listen as I’m sucking Chris off. Chris also taunts him and as he approaches his climax, he either informs my husband that he is about to ejaculate in my mouth or he has, on occasions, pretended to ask his permission: ‘I need to cum now. Would you mind if I cum in your wife’s mouth?’

My husband absolutely adores this and says it is probably his favourite thing in the world, especially as he then hears Chris groaning with pleasure, swearing sometimes and he knows at that precise moment I am busy gulping down lots and lots of thick creamy semen and sperm. There is so much and his ejaculation is so powerful that I have to really concentrate to gulp it down rapidly, otherwise there is a risk of my mouth being flooded and I could end up coughing spunk all over the office!

Of course, I continue to fellate post climax as I know this really adds to the whole experience for him and when I’m finished and I disengage there is aways lots of thick bright read lipstick smeared over his shaft and all over my face. A quick selfie which I send to my husband and my work for the day is complete.

Well, almost – when I get home I know there will be another erection waiting to be milked but after my earlier performance, I know it won’t take long.

Saturday 16th December

Yesterday was the day and as I have had a lot of enquiries I thought I’d add a postscript. Everything went as planned, I was dressed like a tart in a leather miniskirt, 10 strap suspender belt, new seamed black stockings (BTW – thanks to all who have gifted me stockings during 2023!), five inch heels and an ankle bracelet. I also had way, way too much makeup on, so looked like a 1970’s porn star.

Today I have a sore throat and sniffles, so perhaps I’m getting a cold but having a rock hard penis rammed down my throat yesterday may have something to do with it. Chris managed to keep the action going for quite some time, by allowing me up from time to time, demonstrating outstanding self control. He delivered a very healthy load, although I’d say thicker and creamier than usual rather than it being a particularly larger than average volume. I did manage to swallow all he had to offer and he was impressed, once more, with my technique and willingness to accept the way in which he held my head and rather forcefully drove it up and down his shaft.

So another year goes by and this girl has earned her wages and her bonus and received another five star performance review.