Christmas Night Special

It was as if time had frozen. I kept imagining myself locking this shithole of a place and going home to my family. I missed them so much, haven’t seen them since thanksgiving! But the clock wouldn’t move. It was as if it was teasing me. It’s always the last hours before the holiday that feel longer than the whole week. What made it even worse is that there was no one else at the office anymore. Everyone else left early to spend Christmas with their kids, but seeing as I don’t have any, I was “volunteered” to stay and close up. But I mean seriously, did they really think that anyone would urgently need us on the 24th of December? I mean I work in the back-office of a factory! What irresponsible person would urgently need our help on their Christmas deadlines?

I hear a knock on my door. I turn to answer and see this 6 foot 5 African American, with his broad shoulders and sharp jaw line asking if I was Liam. I nod and ask him how I could help. Darrel introduces himself informing me that he works for a client of ours and starts explaining his problem. He kept talking but I could barely focus. I could feel the blood flowing through me.

Let me first start by explaining something, I’m a blond, white guy, 5 foot 5, skinny built. When this guy came close to me, it felt as if I was talking to his crotch, and to be fair, I wish I was.

I managed to understand that he had previously approved something that needed changing before we work on it between Christmas and New Years and that his office will be closed, so he really needed to make the changes today. I assured him that I would help correct that, and gestured him towards my desk. We open the files, and he guides me through the changes.

His voice is deep, every time he tells me what to do, I feel like thanking him. I hold myself together, trying to hide my satisfaction after every command. I feel my dick getting hard as he corrects my movements and I try desperately to hide it.

They only had a few adjustments, so we end up finishing rather fast. I look at the clock to notice that it was 5:15pm. He must have caught my gaze cause the next think he said was “Oh I’m sorry did I arrive while you were closing? I didn’t mean to keep you late”. I answer him explaining that I still had 45 minutes and that these changes actually helped me pass the time. I feel a bit disappointed as I notice that our time is almost up and so I ask him if he would like a coffee, desperately hoping that he would stay longer, but he informs me that he should leave and excuses himself before heading towards the door. I sigh as he reaches the door, letting out the frustration of having to stay yet another 45 minutes alone. The door closes behind him, my dick still hard. I wonder whether I should pull it out and help myself pass the time but decide to just stick with the coffee.

I stand up and walk towards the coffee machine as the door opens again. “On second thought, I have time for a quick cup of coffee”. It was Darrel again. I feel my cheeks blush before noticing he was gazing downwards. Due to the height difference, he was always gazing downwards but this time it was even further down. I notice that my dick was still hard and rush to cover it with my hands, trying to change the subject asking him which type of coffee he likes. “I like it creamy” he says, gazing back into my eyes. He walks closer to me and continues “but honestly, a coffee this late in the day might keep me up all night, so we could just skip to the reason why you asked, and why I came back”. By the time he finishes his sentence, he was standing inches away from me, his hand caressing my jeans.

I feel something touching my chest. I look down to see his sweatpants swollen. A moment of worry goes through my brain as I realize just how big his cock actually is. “Why don’t you free it?” he says as he leads my hands towards the waistband. I notice as I drag it down that he was not wearing any underwear. “I like to keep it free” he explains. I keep sliding his trousers down, wondering how long his dick will eventually be. I start to see the head as his sweatpants reach the middle of his thighs. That’s when his dick is finally freed and bounces back up, getting stuck just below my chest. I stare at it wondering how big it is. It must be 10 inches or more. I’ve had a 9 incher before, but this one was bigger. I reach my hands to grab it, I try to wrap both hands around it, not able to cover the girth and barely covering half of its length. “How big is it?” I ask him as I admire the head. “A little over 10 inches”. I keep staring for a couple of seconds before I feel his hand pushing my head down, forcing my lips to meet the head. I open my mouth trying to push it inside. I gag on the head, barely able to fit it in. I feel his hand pushing my head even further and it gets me hornier. Saliva slides from my mouth to meet my hands as they start to rub up and down on this monster of a dick. He pulls my head back and leans down to kiss me, asking if I liked it.

“I am at your disposal” I tell him, and he lets out a half smile. He pushes my head back down and forces his dick back into my mouth. I try to take as much as I can, but once the head was in, I was not able to fit anything else. I push my jeans down along with my boxers revealing my tiny 5-inch cock, barely noticeable against his own. He drops me down to my knees. I look up to see his face barely apparent behind his big hard dick. He slaps me in the face with his bat and I can feel my asshole getting wet. He leans down, reaches for my shirt and undresses me in one move. He continues to slap my face with his dick, gently hurting me with his cock that is bigger than my whole face. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out as he continues to slam his meat on my face and rub it against my tongue. I start playing with my ass, pushing one finger inside it, getting it ready to handle that huge thing that is attached to Darrel. He leans down and picks me up, lays me face down on my desk and spreads my legs apart. I feel something wet hit my asshole. He pushes two of his large fingers into me, forcing his saliva into my asshole.

Without notice, I feel something much bigger than his fingers forcing itself into me. I scream with pain as his dick breaks my asshole, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps pushing inside me until I can feel the whole head penetrating me. I feel like I’m being destroyed, and it turns me on so bad, my dick starts to throb as my asshole cries for help. He pulls out again and turns me on my back. He sees my dick as hard as it can get before sliding me on my back and lifting both of my legs in the air. I see him pour lube on his dick. I wonder where he got it from, without really wanting to know. The only thing that matters is that he has some, I could never take that huge thing without lube.

With one push, I feel him breaking me, exploding my asshole and stretching me. I feel him inside me, tearing me apart. Once I feel my asshole adjusting, he surprises me by pushing even more of his dick inside me. I feel him reaching my stomach as I moan in pleasure and agony. He waits until my body adjusts to his alien dick inside it before he holds me by the throat and starts fucking my ass. I can see the rage in his eyes and feel him empty his stress in my asshole. My dick flopping around as my ass is torn into pieces. After a couple of minutes of him chocking and fucking me, he picks me up with one hand and start bouncing me up and down on his dick. I could feel his dark skin break my white – almost transparent – ass. He bounces me up and down with no effort, and I feel like I’m riding a street pole.

Next thing I know, he lifts me up and lays me on the ground face down. I feel a leg stepping on my back and another placed between my legs. He squats and inserts his dick in me sideways. I feel my dick plastered on the floor under my stomach as my asshole is being stretched more than ever. I can feel the pressure of every bounce he gives me both in my asshole but also in my back. I feel like I can’t move, as if he owned me. It is as if he was my fuck machine, and I was his pleasure toy.

He picks me up again and places me against the wall, my legs far apart and my upper body parallel to the floor. I place my hands on the wall stabilizing myself moments before his huge black cock makes its way back into me. He starts pounding me hard and fast, I could feel my hands almost about to give out and Darrel slamming me into the wall. Darrel’s hands hold me by the waist as he continues to plow into me, each time fitting a little bit more of his huge dick into me. I feel my whole body tremble and I lose sensation in my hands as they drop to my side. My dick swollen, bouncing back and forth shoots my cum all over the floor, spraying white pleasure between our legs. I scream and moan as Darrel’s dick continues to pound me. That’s when I was shocked to know that his dick could grow even more. I feel him grow inside me before breeding me with his thick flow. He pounds me three times and he shoots his load deep into my asshole. He stops for a second before pulling his dick out, revealing my destroyed asshole. Still in my same position, I feel some of his cum drip out of my ass as he reaches and swipes them with three fingers, pushing them back inside me. My destroyed asshole welcomes them back but lacks the capacity to close at this moment. I collapse on the ground and he sits next to me.

It takes me a couple of minutes before I regain sensation in my body, and I rotate to look at the time. It’s 5:50pm. “Would you look at the time! My shift is almost over” I say as I realize it’s almost time to leave. Darrel looks at me, starts to move as he says “Glad I could help you pass the time”. He stands up and heads towards his pants. He puts them on and heads to the door without even looking back. Once at the door, he turns and says “You have my email, let me know if you’re ever bored at work”.

Still laying on the floor, I feel my asshole trying to regain its shape, knowing that it will never again be the way it was before this night. I stand up, clean my sprayed cum from the floor, dress myself, and head home to take a shower before heading to my parent’s house. On my way home, the only thing on my mind is that maybe Santa does answer our wishes.