Becca Bellamy
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Behaving Badly at the Company Christmas Party
🕑 Added 2023-12-06 05:40:47 +0000 UTCTo everyone else in the office, Emma was the uptight girl that wore pants and a buttoned up cardigan to work every day. She was the girl that would report a violation to HR, not the girl that would come even remotely close to committing a violation. Her presence in the break room usually quieted conversations as her coworkers worried that they’d step over a line and end up getting reprimanded.
Emma was the kind of girl that stayed in her office during the annual company Christmas party. She’d stay at her desk, diligently working through spreadsheets and put in a few extra hours. Every year a few people would poke their head in and ask if she was going to join the party, but for the most part people were happy to be able to enjoy themselves without worrying about the office snitch watching over them.
This year would be different, though. This year, a very particular person at the company took an interest in Emma. His name was Brad. He’d been hired onto the sales team in early March. He’d quickly set himself apart, earning impressive commissions and helping the company surpass its revenue goals.
Brad was an exceptionally handsome man, so when he knocked on Emma’s door and popped his head into her office she didn’t offer her typical uninterested attitude.
“Hey there Emma,” Brad said as he slipped her office. He was carrying a drink in each hand. “I’ve been told you don’t usually participate in the company party and I took it upon myself to convince you to cut loose a little.” He flashed the charming smile that helped him close so many deals. “I guess it’s the salesman in me. I can’t resist a challenge.”
Emma was disappointed in her inability to resist Brad’s charms. She actually felt her heart flutter a little when he smiled at her and she was flattered at the notion that he wanted her to join the party.
“I appreciate that, Brad,” Emma began, “but parties aren’t really my thing. I just end up feeling awkward because I’m not all that good at conversation. Even when I try it seems that I either bore or annoy people.”
“That can’t possibly be true,” Brad said. “I mean it. It can’t be true. You seem a little shy, but there’s something magnetic about you, Emma. There really is. I can’t keep my eyes off of you whenever you walk around the office. I really can’t.”
Emma cursed herself for blushing. It made it impossible to hide the fact that she was flattered by Brad’s obvious, overt flirtation.
“I get it, though. Parties can be awkward, especially if you’re not great at making conversation.” He flashed that smile again. “There’s a solution to that, though. A time-honored, almost perfect solution.”
He’d captured Emma’s curiosity. She had to ask. “What’s the solution?”
Brad offered one of the glasses in his hand. “Alcohol, of course.” He held eye contact with Emma and flashed his smile again.
Emma reached out and took the glass. She brought it to her nose and inhaled. It smelled of cinnamon and a hard-to-define kind of sweetness.
“What is it?” Emma asked.
“Eggnog,” Brad replied, “but not just any kind of eggnog. This is my special recipe and I promise that if you take a sip you’ll agree that it’s the best eggnog you’ve ever tasted in your life.”
Brad sat on the edge of Emma’s desk as she contemplated sipping the drink. She rarely drank anything other than wine, and that was almost always on a dinner date or cuddled up on the couch with her husband Jacob.
Again Emma surprised herself by lifting the glass to her lips and taking a sip. “That’s delicious,” she said.
A victorious smile crossed Brad’s face before he took a sip of his.
“I’ve been perfecting the recipe for the past ten years,” he said. “Every year I tinker with it just a little. I’m a bit of a perfectionist, I guess.”
Emma took another sip as she smiled. Being one herself, she always liked perfectionists.
Feeling bold, Emma lifted her glass and said, “A toast to all the perfectionists out there.”
Their glasses clinked lightly and they both took a sip. When Emma looked down she was surprised to see she’d already put back half the glass. She could already feel the beginnings of a buzz.
“How much alcohol is in this?” she asked.
Brad smiled and leaned closer. “That’s what makes this the best eggnog you’ve ever had. It’s crazy strong, but you can’t even taste the alcohol.”
“No, I can’t,” Emma said as she smiled. She could already feel the sense of giddiness that always accompanied a boozy buzz for her. She took another sip.
“You’re quite the salesman, Brad. You convinced me to do something I haven’t done in the five years I’ve been at this company. This is the very first drink I’ve had at the Christmas party.”
Brad stood up and flashed that charming smile. Emma felt her heart melt a little. It was followed by a brief pang of guilt. Her husband was at home and here she was feeling attracted to one of her coworkers.
“That’s just the first part of my pitch,” Brad said as he offered his hand. “I also think you’d enjoy it if you took my hand and let me lead you out to the party. Believe it or not, people are having fun out there.”
Emma could hear the Christmas music playing and the faint sounds of conversation and laughter made their way through the thick glass of her office windows.
“Besides, there’s no way to get a refill on your drink unless you go out there,” Brad added.
Emma took Brad’s hand and stood up. She was a little unsteady on her feet and Brad deftly put his arm around her waist until Emma found her balance.
“Are you good?” he asked.
Emma looked into his piercing blue eyes and smiled. “I’m great,” she said.
“Are you ready to take the plunge, Emma? Are you ready to join the company Christmas party?” he asked.
Emma nodded and they made their way towards her office door. Brad opened it and the din of the party washed over her. A few people looked her way, but most of Emma’s coworkers continued dancing and drinking. She smiled. They really did look like they were having fun.
“Do you want to dance?” Brad asked.
There was an upbeat song playing and Emma could feel it in her hips. Yes, she wanted to dance. She answered Brad by moving amongst her coworkers and getting right into the flow of the music. She was dancing at the company party. She was having fun.
“You go Emma!” one of her coworkers called out.
Several others cheered as she closed her eyes and embraced the fun. She wondered why she hadn’t done it sooner. Brad moved behind Emma and they danced together. He must have put his drink down somewhere because both his hands grasped her hips at one point. He pulled her closer. Emma’s eyes went wide as she felt his crotch press against her ass. She looked around but no one else seemed to notice. It was too crowded in the space they’d cleared out for dancing for anyone to be studying Emma’s movements.
What surprised Emma most of all was that she did nothing to stop it. She didn’t try and pull away. She didn’t try and pull Brad’s hands from her hips. Instead, she threw back the rest of the eggnog in the glass and continued to dance. She let the music move through her. She let Brad guide her hips. She let him grind his crotch into her ass.
When Emma felt Brad’s erection pressing into her ass she still didn’t stop it. For a brief moment her husband passed through her mind. She imagined Jacob sitting on the couch with takeout in front of him and a movie on the TV. He knew she always stayed until the end of the party even if she didn’t participate.
Just as quickly the thought of Jacob disappeared. It was replaced by a pure, beautiful kind of arousal. It was replaced by the absolute joy of finally cutting loose after so many years of denying any desire to yield to the small part of her wanted to get wild.
When the song ended Brad released Emma’s hips and she spun around to offer him a smile. She resisted the urge to look between his legs to see the erection that had been pressing into her ass for the past few minutes.
“How about another eggnog?” Brad suggested.
Emma nodded as a slow song came on. The company Christmas party was open to significant others, so dozens of people paired off and danced together. Emma felt a mild pang of desire to be dancing like that. She wasn’t quite inebriated enough to think that dancing with Brad was a good idea, though. That would surely raise eyebrows among her coworkers.
Brad led her to the food and drinks table and deftly poured them both another glass of his eggnog. They clinked their glasses once more and each took big gulps before turning to the dance floor and admiring the couples indulging in their romantic desires.
Emma rested her hand on the table and Brad’s soon came to rest on top of it. “Would you dance with me, Emma?” he asked.
“I can’t,” Emma replied. “I’m married. People would talk. It wouldn’t look good.”
Despite the rejection, Brad flashed his smile. Emma felt herself melt a little. If he asked again she wasn’t sure she’d have the power to say no.
“What if we were alone?” he asked. “Would you dance with me then?”
Emma nodded without thinking about it. Her body seemed to be a little ahead of her brain. It must have been the eggnog.
“Meet me in the break room,” Brad said as he drank the rest of his eggnog, put the cup on the table, and walked away.
Emma’s heart pounded as she considered the insanity of what she was about to do. She threw back the rest of her eggnog and walked towards the break room. Brad was right, they’d be alone in there. The blinds were already shut so no one would see.
As she walked over, Emma reasoned that Jacob wouldn’t be mad that she shared a little dance with a coworker. It’s not like it was cheating on him to dance, and if it was then she’d already done it once so there seemed to be little harm in doing it again.
The break room was mostly dark as Emma stepped through the door. She closed it most of the way and said, “Brad?”
“I’m here,” he said as he stepped into a sliver of light streaming in through the blinds.
Emma tried to ignore the fact that she felt an incredible sense of arousal as she walked towards Brad. She tried to ignore the fact that she knew she shouldn’t be stepping into his arms and dancing with him.
Brad pulled her body against his and they slow danced. He led the way and Emma gladly gave herself over to following. It felt remarkably good.
As they danced, Brad’s hands moved over Emma’s lower back. He let his fingers brush over the top of her ass a few times, but he never got fresh. Emma kept hoping he would just grab her ass and kept chiding herself for even having desires that bordered so closely on infidelity.
By the time the song ended, Emma felt an undeniable dampness between her legs. She was a little disappointed when Brad stepped back and moved towards the door. She figured he would let himself out and she would follow a few minutes later now that their moment had ended.
Instead, Brad shut the door and locked it before turning back to Emma. He closed the distance between them in two longs steps, took her head in his hands and pulled her lips to his for a slow, sensual kiss.
Emma gave herself over to it. She didn’t think about it. She just did what her body wanted. She welcomed Brad’s kiss. She welcomed his tongue into her mouth. She welcomed the feeling of his erection against her stomach.
Emma felt dazed in the best way possible after the kiss. She felt a kind of need she couldn’t quite explain, so again she let her body dictate her actions.
That meant reaching between Brad’s legs and unzipping his pants. It meant pulling out his cock and stroking it. It meant making it perfectly clear that she wanted to fuck her coworker.
“Are you sure about this?” Brad asked.
Emma replied by kissing him as she played with his cock. She moaned into his mouth. She sucked on his tongue when he offered it. She’d never been so sure about anything.
Brad unbuttoned her cardigan and tossed it aside. Emma stepped out of her heels and Brad unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down.
He picked Emma up and led her to the break room couch. He peeled off her panties and quickly undid his belt and stripped out of his pants.
Emma spread her legs as she watched Brad get naked. She’d never been so overcome with desire. Her husband never entered her mind. All she could think about was having Brad inside her. She didn’t even think about using a condom. She just needed to get fucked.
Brad moved between Emma’s legs and she grasped his cock. She stroked him. She rubbed the head of his surprisingly thick cock over her pussy lips and soaked it in her juices. She placed him inside her and wrapped her arms around Brad.
“Fuck me,” Emma whispered.
Brad pushed his cock into her wet pussy. Emma moaned as her legs wrapped around him. She wasn’t used to such a big dick.
“Slow, slow,” Emma said as Brad tried to push deeper inside her. “You’re so big. You have to go slowly.”
Brad kissed Emma and played with her breasts as he worked his big cock into her pussy. She returned the kiss with fervent desire and reveled in the intense, nearly overwhelming pleasure of having something so big inside her.
“Oh my God, Brad, you’re so fucking big,” she said as he bottomed out inside her.
“Are you going to be okay?” he asked. There was genuine concern in his voice. Emma found it touching.
“I’m going to be so much better than okay,” Emma said. She’d completely given herself over to her wilder desires. She had another man’s cock inside her. She was cheating on her husband. If she was going to do it, she was going to do it right. She was going to have a great orgasm. “Now fuck me.”
Brad did just that. His cock plunged in and out of her wet pussy. The sounds of wet sex and lusty moans filled the break room. The couch squeaked a little with every thrust. Emma couldn’t help but get a little bit louder as she approached her orgasm.
“Brad, fuck, I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” she said as an orgasm ripped through her body in such a strong fashion that it caught her off guard. Emma was genuinely breathless for a few moments as someone besides her husband made her cum for the first time since their first date.
Brad waited until Emma’s orgasm relented and then moved to pull out. She quickly wrapped her legs around him and grabbed his ass. “No,” she said.
“Are you sure? I’m not wearing a condom,” he replied.
Emma kissed him and moved her hips. She fucked herself with his cock. “It’s okay,” she said. “You can cum inside me. I’m on the pill.”
Brad smiled and resumed fucking Emma. He delivered deeper, harder thrusts as he pursued his orgasm. Emma lost herself in the surprising pleasure of being pounded so hard by such a big cock. It didn’t take long to get to a place where another orgasm felt imminent.
It felt as though their bodies had melded together on the break room couch. It felt as though Brad had tapped into some part of her that Jacob had never reached. Two orgasms in just a few minutes was not something Emma was used to.
When Brad unleashed a groan that signaled his impending orgasm, Emma felt a sense of genuine joy. She was happy that this handsome, charming man was going to cum inside her. Giddy, even.
“Cum inside me,” she said between sensual moans. “Cum inside me, Brad.”
Brad pounded her harder and Emma let a second orgasm wash over her. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around Brad’s beautiful body and he pushed his big cock deep into her pussy and unleashed his seed. It was the final part of her act of wild infidelity. Knowing he was unloading inside her only made Emma’s orgasm better.
Brad stayed inside her for a few minutes as they kissed. Emma relished the feeling of his thickness stretching out her pussy even as he slowly went soft.
“That was incredible,” she said.
“It really was,” Brad replied.
Emma kissed him and he returned her fervent desire.
“I’m glad you sold me on attending the party,” Emma said.
Brad smiled before saying, “Not as glad as I am.”
He pulled out and offered a handful of napkins to Emma to clean up the mess leaking out of her. A few minutes later they were dressed and ready to re-enter the party.
Emma thought of her husband. She decided he didn’t need to know. It was a onetime thing. She wouldn’t fuck Brad again, at least until next year’s Christmas party.
