Page 3 of Santa Is A Sl*t

Kane immediately rises to the challenge. Eating Eve out like he’s been missing every meal for a month and she’s the only thing saving him from starvation.

I try to lose myself in the sensation of a beautiful woman gagging on my cock, feeling how wet and tight her throat feels. I think about how tomorrow I’m going to make Kane eat her pussy again but I’ll be behind him, fucking his ass while I taunt him.

Eve moans around me, signaling that she’s close, and the vibration is almost enough to have me letting go. I think about whether I would rather paint her tits with my cum so Kane can clean it off or make her swallow it and have Kane lick me clean.

The choice is made for me when reason number three shoves my office door open.

Meeting the fiery little elf’s eyes, my orgasm builds in my spine and sends a shock through me. I barely give Eve a grunt in warning before I fill her mouth with one last rough thrust, holding myself in her throat until I’m spent.

If Noel is shocked, she quickly hides it. She smirks as if she thinks walking in at this moment somehow gives her an upper hand.

Eve moans loudly, drawing my attention back to my lunch dates. Kane looks up with his mouth glistening, proud of himself but torn over what to do now.

When Eve attempts to scramble up and off of my desk, I grab her by the throat to hold her in place.

“Did I give you permission to leave?”

She shakes her head before looking towards the door. I turn her back to me, unwilling to let her or Kane give in to this distraction.

“You’ve both made a mess. On my desk and on my dick. Clean it up,” I command.

Neither of them move.

I look at Noel and sigh. “You can watch but if these two don’t follow my orders, I’ll be spending the lunch hour tomorrow edging them until they can’t remember their names.”

Noel lets out a laugh when both Kane and Eve move quickly to avoid that punishment. They’re aware of exactly how much pleasure I can torture them with and neither of them are willing to risk that fate.

“Shame. Sounds like you could have punished them and I could have taken them both to the storage closet on the second floor to give them the desperate relief they need.” She shrugs.

That smirk is still on her face, telling me that she most likely has her own history with these two. Which only heightens my lustfor the three of them. The only jealousy I feel is over the fact that I might be missing out on their playtime.

“How can I help you, Noel? Clearly, you must have something urgent to discuss if you’re willing to interrupt my private lunch hour.” I infuse as much anger as I can muster into my voice, which proves to be difficult as Kane and Eve begin to take turns licking my cock clean.

“Do you mean privatehumphour?” Noel giggles at her joke, impressed by her own humor.

“If you have nothing to discuss then it’s best you go,” I say dismissively. Even though I love seeing the way she’s trying to fight the instinct to look down.

“Nothing to discuss?” Noel’s voice escalates. “Where should I even start, you maniacal jackass?”

If her voice gets any higher, I’m pretty sure she’ll be screeching. It’s also really hard to take her seriously when she’s caught me with my pants down.

Literally.

"Name calling is a little immature, wouldn’t you say so?” I ask the room, looking for Eve or Kane to back me up.

The two of them are too busy tugging their clothes back on at a leisurely pace to weigh in right away. They seem unbothered by our intruder, so I can only guess I should follow their lead.

Eve shrugs once she’s dressed, “Maybe it’s immature, but she’s not wrong.”

The little vixen gives Noel a wink.

Kane just laughs as if this entire situation is absurd.

“You continue to ruin this place, dragging everything into the ground, pretending like you’re too good for SantaScape while sit up here in your office, completely uncaring of its demise,” Noel seethes.

She walks further into the office, approaching my desk with her hands in fists at her sides.

I’m impressed and annoyed by her dramatic flair. Little does she know that every single change I’ve made is in the hope that I can keep this place going long enough to hand it over at the end of the year. However, I feel no need to explain myself.

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