Page 9 of Subbing For Santa

“Here we go then. It’s time.”

His words are followed by an extreme increase in the toy’s intensity, and I cry out, no longer able to control myself. I buck under the onslaught, pleasure heating me deep in my core as my focus turns to reaching my climax. My hips rise off the seat, gyrating before my muscles start to tighten around the egg. And then I explode, clear fluid spraying from between my legs in a forceful rush.

My panting is loud in the small cabin of my car, and I feel utterly spent until I hear his voice again.

“Clean up the spray on your seat with your panties and leave them on the bonnet of your car when you get out. You can return to your friends and finish your night out.”

“W-what?” I stutter again. Did I hear him right?

“You heard me, Agatha.” He growls with a dominating tone.

Shit. I did hear him right, but I kind of hoped I heard him wrong.

“You want me to go back in without panties?”

“Yes.”

“Um…” I bite my lip as my cheeks flush. “Ok.”

“Good girl.”

The call disconnects then, and it takes a moment to push past my shock and remember to search for him. I look out the window as well as the mirrors, not seeing anyone nearby.

What the hell?

Disappointment seeps in as I come to terms with the fact that I never got to see his face or touch him. I may have only just come a minute ago, but I’m yearning for more. This guy has me twisted in knots. I’m utterly intrigued.

Shaking my head, I use my panties to clean up my mess before tugging my dress back down in place. Getting out of my car on shaky legs, I look up and down the street in search of my Santa, but still come up empty. He knew what he was doing. He must have already scoped out my car. He must have been watching me from either inside O’Connor’s, or outside through the windows. He planned this tonight, and the fact that it’s so unorthodox makes me desperate for more.

Sighing, I lock up my car and leave my balled-up panties on the bonnet as he requested.

This is certainly a first for me.

Santa

Fuuuck!Herpantiessmelllike heaven. I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life. Watching her through the windows of O’Connor’s as she tried to pretend I wasn’t teasing her from the inside out nearly had me storming in there and throwing her over my shoulder.

Why has this woman gotten under my skin so damn much?

To look at, she has an aura of innocence about her. Her face is sweet, and she presents herself with such a relaxed class that you automatically know you are beneath her.

But I know her confidence is for show. Hell, I think she even pretends to fool herself by doing all of that yoga and meditation shit.

And the affirmations.

Damn. Why does she think she needs them?

She doesn’t see what I see, but by the time I’m done with her, she will see her worth. I’ll make sure of it.

I was wearing a cap when I approached her car, hoping it would help shade my face in case the little minx tried to peek. I’m glad she didn’t, although that probably had more to do with the pleasure building inside her. She likely couldn’t think straight.

It was something else to see between her legs, so close for once. Her cunt was glistening. Her hips writhed and gyrated, and the way they fucked the air had me salivating.

Then she sprayed.

Fuck, I love that about her. She’s not shy about it. She gives in to how her body responds to her sexcapades. I can’t wait to taste it. My mouth longs to drown in everything she has to give me.

When she was done, I eased back into the shadows and slipped into my car. She didn’t even see me there as she walked past a few minutes later after cleaning herself up and leaving her panties on the bonnet like I instructed.

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