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A Very Naughty Secret Santa - Part 1
🕑 Added 2021-12-18 07:29:04 +0000 UTC“Danny! Hold the elevator!”
Danny saw his cubicle mate Wyatt rushing towards the elevator and for a moment he considered having a little fun with his friend and letting the doors close, but at the last second he stuck his foot out and the elevator opened up.
“Thanks,” Wyatt said as he stepped through and pushed the button for their floor.
“Did you run from the parking garage?” Danny asked as he noted his friend’s heavy breaths.
“I did,” Wyatt replied. “I burnt the fuck out of my eggs this morning so I had to remake them. Threw off my whole schedule.”
Danny chuckled. “How do you burn eggs?”
“I asked myself that same question, Danny. It turns out that all it takes is turning the heat up too high and then getting distracted by the fact that the beautiful girl you DM’ed on Instagram actually messaged you back,” Wyatt replied before he broke into a giddy smile.
“And does this beautiful girl know that you work in a cubicle? That you don’t make nearly as much money as you should given where you went to college? That you can’t even cook something as simple as eggs without burning them?” Danny asked playfully.
“She certainly does not,” Wyatt answered. “All she knows is what she sees on my feed, so to her I love the outdoors, my dog, and expensive-looking desserts that I eat at lovely outdoor cafes. To the world of Instagram, I am perfect boyfriend material.”
Danny laughed. “And what happens when she meets you and finds that you don’t go outdoors all that much and that you can’t really afford more than a few expensive-looking desserts a month because your job doesn’t pay all that well?”
“That’s a problem for future me to deal with, Danny,” Wyatt replied with a smile. “Present me enjoys the thrill of the chase, my boy. Now, that’s enough reminding me of just how boring our jobs are, Danny. I don’t like to think about it until we step off of this elevator.”
The elevator doors opened and Danny gestured for Wyatt to step onto the office floor first. He followed his friend and they made their way towards their cubicles – they each had their own very small space – to begin another day at their admittedly boring but still rather easy job.
Danny had the good fortune of possessing a cubicle that faced the wall, giving him far more privacy than most people at the company were afforded. The location also granted him the freedom to be a little lazier than most of his fellow employees as he was in far less danger of being caught aimlessly browsing the web.
Danny kept a clean desk, so he noticed the elegantly wrapped box sitting in front of his keyboard the moment he stepped into his cubicle. He set his bag on his l-shaped desk, pulled out his chair, and dropped into his while studying the small box.
The box was light as a feather when Danny lifted it and a gentle shake offered no clue as to what rested inside. Inside the tag it read, “To Danny from your Secret Santa,” in elegant, feminine handwriting.
Danny stood, looked over the wall of his cubicle and asked Wyatt, “Are we doing Secret Santa this year?”
“No, why?” Wyatt replied.
Danny held up the box wrapped in shiny red paper and said, “I found this on my desk. It says it’s from my Secret Santa.”
“What are you waiting for? Open it up,” Wyatt insisted.
Danny wasn’t entirely sure what he was waiting for, so he tugged on the ribbon and carefully unwrapped the beautiful paper, revealing a small white rectangular box.
“Open it up, man,” Wyatt said as Danny stared at the box that rested quite nicely in his hand.
Danny carefully lifted the top, pulled aside the white tissue paper, and revealed a pair of red lace panties. He immediately set the box on his desk to avoid having anyone else see what was inside. Wyatt rushed out of his cubicle and into Danny’s and they both stared at the underwear in the small gift box.
“Dude, someone sent you panties,” Wyatt said. “Sexy panties, too.”
Danny plucked the panties from the box and held them up to reveal that they were boyshorts, a style he happened to find particularly appealing. He looked inside the box in hopes of finding a note that would explain who the gift was from, but there was nothing to be found.
“Who are these from?” Wyatt asked. “Do you have a secret girlfriend? Are you carrying on with someone at the company? You know they frown on interoffice relationships.”
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Danny replied. “Secret or otherwise. I have no idea who these are from. My name was on the tag, though, so they’re definitely for me. It doesn’t make a damn bit of sense, though.”
“Smell them,” Wyatt said.
“What?” Danny asked incredulously. “Why would I do that?”
Wyatt shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. Isn’t that what people do with panties?”
Danny looked up to see his manager coming their way and he quickly stuffed the panties back into the box and put it and the wrapping paper into his bag. Wyatt rushed back to his cubicle and they were both hard at work by the time Roger stopped by to blather on about a meeting they were required to attend just before lunch.
“Make sure you’re not late,” Roger said as he turned to leave.
“Of course,” Danny replied.
Once Roger was out of sight, Wyatt’s head popped over the cubicle and he asked, “So, are you going to try and solve the mystery of the panties?”
Danny shook his head. “How would I do that? Go around the office waving them around and asking if anyone happened to misplace a pair of red lace women’s underwear? I’d look like a crazy person, and I couldn’t ask any of the women in the office without offending someone, or any of the men for that matter, so I think I’ll just have to chalk it up to a very strange occurrence and move on with my life.”
Wyatt looked disappointed, but there was nothing Danny could do about that. “Fair enough,” Wyatt said. “Maybe your Secret Santa will deliver another gift that might make the first one make sense. That would be fun, wouldn’t it?”
“I suppose it would,” Danny replied with a nod, though he wasn’t expecting anything else.
Wyatt disappeared back into his cubicle and Danny set about working, though he quickly found himself scanning eBay for interesting items and browsing NBA stats on ESPN.com as he could rarely work more than thirty minutes without getting terribly bored and needing a break.
Given his boredom, Danny was thrilled when his phone buzzed to life on his desk, indicating a text message had come in. “Did you enjoy my gift?” it read.
The text was from an unfamiliar number and Danny was surprised to find his heart beating a little bit harder as he read it. “Who is this?” he texted back.
“I wore them for you, Danny,” his Secret Santa replied. “I wore them all day yesterday. I know boyshorts are your favorite.”
Danny stared at his phone and read the message over and over. How did the sender know that boyshorts were his favorite? He’d only ever expressed that preference to a few ex-girlfriends. Was it possible one of his exes was screwing with him?
“Stacy, is that you?” Danny texted as he thought of the slightly unstable redhead he’d dated a few years prior.
“No,” his Secret Santa replied. “We’ve never met before, Danny. You don’t know me, but I know you very well.”
Danny stood and looked around the office in a futile attempt to identify who was on the other end of the mystery texts. Whoever the sender was, they weren’t obvious enough to be staring in Danny’s direction as they messaged him.
“What do you want?” Danny texted as he sat back down again.
“I want to have fun with you, Danny,” they replied. “And I’m pretty sure you’ll come to realize that you want to have fun with me.”
Danny’s fingers hovered over the keyboard on his iPhone screen, but he wasn’t sure what to say. He felt unnerved by the mystery texts and the sender’s assertion that they knew him very well. It seemed possible, as they’d managed to suss out his affection for boyshort panties. That could have also been pure luck.
“Tell me, Danny. Does it excite you that I’ve gifted you a pair of panties that spent an entire day resting against my perfect pussy?” they texted.
Danny’s heart skipped a beat. How did she – assuming it was a woman texting him – know that he harbored a secret desire for used panties? It was a desire he’d never acted on, meaning he was the only person who knew about it.
“Danny?” she texted. “It would be unwise of you to ignore me.”
Fueled by the ominous, barely veiled threat, Danny replied, “I’m not sure what you want from me.”
“A little cooperation, to start,” she texted a moment later. “Remember, Danny, I know you very, very well. I know how much you love boyshort panties. I know about your naughty little obsession with used panties. I know that sometimes you can’t help but feed that obsession while you’re at work, you naughty boy.”
Danny felt his chest tighten as if the mystery woman on the other end of the messages had tied him to his chair and pulled the rope tight.
“Now tell me, does it excite you that I’ve gifted you a pair of panties that spent an entire day resting against my perfect pussy?” she asked.
Danny’s hands shook as he replied, “Yes.”
“And would it excite you even more to know that I masturbated in those panties, Danny? Would it excite you to know that my sweet pussy juices leaked into those pretty lace panties?” she texted.
“Yes,” Danny replied. He wasn’t sure how, but she knew him exceptionally well. He was thrilled by the idea that those panties had rested against her pussy, that she’d masturbated in them, that they were soaked with her juices.
“Do you want to wrap those panties around your cock and masturbate with them, Danny?” she texted.
Danny’s cock leapt to life at the suggestion. He’d long fantasized about that very thing – and he’d done it a few times when he’d managed to snatch a pair of panties belonging to a girlfriend – but it felt humiliating to admit it to a total stranger.
“You will cooperate with me, Danny,” she texted after a minute without a response. “Remember, if I know all this about you, it won’t be difficult to make sure that other people know too. Do you think you could keep your job here if all your dirty little secrets came out?”
Danny was immediately engulfed in a sense of panic unlike any he’d ever felt. His mind raced as he considered the array of aberrant-seeming desires he harbored. If she knew about his lust for used panties, perhaps she knew about the other thoughts that overtook his mind when he lost himself in the pursuit of an orgasm.
“Sorry for the delay,” Danny replied. He was too nervous to argue with a stranger that might hold exceptional power over him. “Yes, I want to masturbate with the panties.”
“Put my panties in your pocket and go to the bathroom closest to the elevator,” she instructed. “You’ll find my second gift in the middle stall.”
Danny reached into his bag and pulled out the red boyshort panties. He ran his fingers over them and quickly lifted them to his nose and inhaled. They smelled of perfume with a hint of the unmistakable scent of a woman’s body. Danny stuffed them into his pocket, stood, and headed for the bathroom.
Danny glanced at every female coworker he passed on the short walk to the bathroom. He didn’t want to stare, but he tried his best to see a sign that one of them was manipulating him via text. He saw nothing, though. Most happily greeted him with a smile and a few offered a wave, but none looked as though they were unfolding some grand, kinky plan that might involve completely ruining Danny’s life.
He stepped into the bathroom, checked each stall to make sure it was empty, and stepped into the middle one. Another elegantly wrapped box – this one in green paper with a red bow – rested on the toilet seat. The tag read, “To Danny from your very naughty Secret Santa.”
Danny picked up the box and sat on the toilet seat. He ran his fingers over the smooth, soft material of the bow and admired the skillful folds of the wrapping paper.
When his phone rang, Danny nearly dropped it on the bathroom floor as it shocked him out of his revelry. The number was the same one that had texted him. She was calling.
“Hello?” Danny said as he held the phone to his ear.
“Hello, Danny,” a soft, seductive voice replied. “Did you find my gift?”
“I…I did,” he answered.
“Did you open it?” she asked.
“No. Should I?” he said.
“Mmm, you should, Danny. It’s a very special gift that I made just for you,” she replied before offering a sensual moan.
Danny tugged on the bow and tore the perfectly folded wrapping paper until he was staring at a small white box just like the first one. He lifted the lid and pulled away the tissue paper to find a pair of green lace boyshort panties.
“Do you like them, Danny?” she asked.
“They’re…yes, they’re very sexy,” he replied.
“Good, Danny,” she said. “Take them out of the box, but be careful. There’s a special surprise in my panties and I don’t want you ruining it.”
Danny gently picked up the panties and unfolded them. He felt something warm and wet in the gusset and his cock and balls tingled with excitement. Had she given him a fresh pair of panties?
“Wait, is that…what is that?” Danny asked as he opened the panties and stared at a rather thick white liquid resting in the gusset.
She giggled. “It’s cum, Danny. I’m having a naughty little affair with my boss and he loves to fuck me after he’s had his morning coffee. I snuck into his office and blew him while he was answering emails and then I took his big, beautiful cock for a ride until he filled me with that thick, creamy load of cum you’re looking at.”
Danny stared at the cum as he felt the warmth and wetness of it soaking through the panties he held in his hand.
“Does it turn you on to be holding my cum-filled panties, Danny?” she asked.
Danny couldn’t take his eyes off the cum-filled boyshorts in his hand. Somewhere, deep in the recesses of his brain, he knew it was gross to be holding panties filled with another man’s cum, but that part of his brain wasn’t working at the moment.
“You could lie and tell me it doesn’t, Danny, but don’t forget that I know more about you than most people,” she said. “Don’t forget that I know exactly how naughty you are. And most importantly, don’t forget that I’m your Secret Santa, and that all I really want is to give you the best Christmas gifts you’ve ever gotten.”
“Yes, it turns me on,” Danny answered. He wasn’t sure how, but the woman on the other end of the line knew that Danny harbored a rather lurid cuckold fantasy that he’d often blended with his lust for used panties. He was, in a way, staring at a dream come true while sitting in the middle stall of the company bathroom.
“I want you to do something for me, Danny,” she said in a tone that continued to be absurdly seductive. “I want you to take your pants off. I want you to free your cock. Right now, Danny.”
Danny set the cum-filled panties in the box and did as the voice on the phone said. “I did it.”
“Good. Now take my pretty red panties out of your pocket, wrap them around your cock, and masturbate for me, Danny,” she instructed.
Danny reached down, freed her red panties from his pocket, and wrapped them around his half-hard cock. The instant pleasure brought out a moan that he quickly stifled and it took no time at all for Danny to reach an erect state.
“Now think about me on my knees between my boss’s legs, Danny. I know you don’t know me, but picture your fantasy girl. Picture a pretty brunette in a tight skirt, a pair of lovely three inch pumps, and a soft blouse that’s just a little too tight. Picture my lips stretched around my boss’s cock while you masturbate with my panties, Danny,” she instructed.
Danny had no trouble doing that very thing. A scene came alive in his head. He pictured one of the corner offices occupied by the company’s executives. He pictured a man sitting behind his desk looking at his computer screen while a beautiful brunette’s head bobbed up and down in his lap. It was as if he could hear the sound of cocksucking as his cock throbbed from the sheer pleasure of the soft lace moving up and down his shaft.
“Are you turned on, Danny?” she asked softly. “Is your cock hard for me?”
“I’m so turned on,” he replied. “This feels so good.”
“Retrieve my cum-filled panties, Danny,” she instructed.
He plucked them from the box and held them up as his gaze focused on the still warm cum that lingered in the gusset.
“Picture me lifting my skirt over my hips and pulling those pretty panties down my long legs, Danny. Picture me straddling my boss in his chair and taking his big, spit-soaked cock into my hot, steamy, tight little pussy. Picture my luscious lips stretching out around his thick shaft as he opens my blouse and plays with my big, soft tits. Picture me bouncing hard on his dick and begging him to cum inside me. Picture me acting like a good little slut for my boss and working a nice big load out of him,” she instructed.
“I’m close,” Danny said as he did exactly as his Secret Santa instructed.
“Clean his mess, Danny,” she said. “Clean his cum out of my panties. Lick it up like the little cuckold bitch you’ve always wanted to be.”
Danny’s cock surged and his balls tightened as she delivered the instructions he’d long fantasized about hearing from a woman. He lifted the panties towards his mouth, but he couldn’t compel his tongue to do as she wanted.
“Do it,” she said. “Eat the cum that filled my perfect cunt, Danny. Be a good cuckold for me. Be a good little cuckold and eat a real man’s load while you jerk off with my panties.”
Danny closed his eyes and did it. He ran his tongue through the cum-filled panty gusset and he coated it in the salty taste of another man’s load. It lingered against his taste buds for a few moments before he swallowed.
“That’s it,” she said. “Lick up his cum and blow your load like a pathetic cuckold would. Make sure you cum into my panties, though. Be a good boy and fill them with your creamy load, Danny.”
Danny came harder than he’d ever cum before. His legs kicked out as he spurted into the panties while the woman on the other end of the line moaned in delight.
“Catch it all, Danny,” she said. “Catch all your cum in those pretty panties.”
Danny caught it all and smiled as a steady stream of orgasmic aftershocks pulsed outwards from his loins and through the rest of his body.
“Did that feel good, Danny?” she asked.
“Yes,” he admitted.
“I can be a very good Secret Santa for you, Danny,” she said. “I have so many naughty gifts left to give you. You just have to do as you’re told. Can you do that for me, Danny?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Good. Before you leave the bathroom, you need to put on one of the two pairs of panties I’ve given you. The choice is entirely yours. You can wear the ones soaked with your cum, or the ones soaked with my boss’s cum. You will wear one pair, though, and you’ll send me a picture of you in them both in the bathroom and at your desk just to prove that you’ve done as I instructed. Oh, and if you want to clean the red panties before you put them on, you’ll do so with your tongue. Do you understand, Danny?” she asked.
Danny didn’t want to do as she said – it sounded both humiliating and a little disgusting – but he strongly suspected he wasn’t really being given a choice. He could likely say no, but she clearly had a great deal of information about him he didn’t want getting out and he wasn’t sure if she’d shy away from using it.
“Yes, I understand,” he said.
“Good. Enjoy the rest of your day, Danny. I’ll have another Secret Santa gift for you tomorrow,” she replied.
The call ended and Danny stared at the two pairs of panties in his hands. After brief consideration, the Danny decided that he didn’t want to wear a pair of truly cum-soaked panties, which meant he either had to wear the green panties, or he had to lick his cum from the red panties.
As gross as it was, Danny opted to clean the red panties rather than encase his cock in the remnants of someone else’s cum for the rest of the day. It was unpleasant to do so after his orgasm, but he licked up his load quickly, put on the panties, and put the green pair back in the box. He briefly considered throwing them away, but to do so might have angered his Secret Santa, and Danny couldn’t quite bring himself to toss something so delightful in the trash anyway.
Danny washed his hands, checked himself in the bathroom mirror, and took a deep breath. He unbuttoned his pants to show off the panties – and felt a strange mix of humiliation and excitement as he saw his cock encased in red lace – and then snapped a picture as the woman on the phone requested.
Danny then headed back to his desk while trying his best to look as though something utterly insane hadn’t just happened to him.
“Everything alright?” Wyatt asked as Danny sat in front of his computer.
“Yeah, why?” Danny asked.
“You were gone for a while,” Wyatt replied.
“No, I’m good, thanks,” Danny said.
He grabbed his phone from his pocket, turned away from Wyatt’s cubicle, and pulled his pants down a little to grab a picture of the panties. He sent the picture and a quick text to his Secret Santa: “Thank you for the gifts. You’re right. They’re the best I’ve ever received.”
She replied with a smiley face and added, “There are so many more to come, Danny. I promise, we’re going to have so much fun.”
Danny felt an invigorating mixture of nerves and excitement at the idea of his rather boring life being suddenly upended in an entirely unpredictable manner. He didn’t know who his Secret Santa was, but he looked forward to seeing what she had planned next.
