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Christmas Party Tongue Fest She's looking at me again. An absolutely delicious blonde; leggy, shapely, gorgeous hair, alluring face- she's got the whole package alright. And here I am hoping my wife doesn't notice my eyes popping out of my head. What I wouldn't give for an hour alone with this one...

Well, at least if I'm stuck at a perennially boring Christmas party, I can scope some yummy women on the sly, of course. The wife would hit the ceiling if she knew what I was thinking. I smile inwardly and nod my head to give the appearance that I'm paying some attention to the conversation. "Can I get you something to drink, honey?" I inquire. "Why yes, eggnog would be nice." And I saunter off. Now where'd that blonde go? No matter, I'll catch up with her again.

At the bar, I pour an eggnog and give the bar a once over. I'm impressed; they've got everything. I decide to make myself an iced tea. Vodka, rum, gin, tequila, triple sec, some sour mix and a dash of coke. Voilà! And a huge slice of lemon. Hoo hah! This'll set me straight.

"Wow, that looks like quite a drink." A sensual voice behind me turned my knees to mush. "It's my favorite, I replied, turning. A rather plain brunette owned that incredible voice. We chatted for a few seconds before I returned to my wife's side with the eggnog.

"Thanks, babe. What are you drinking?" "Iced tea." She groaned knowingly, "I should have known!" Smiles all around. I sip my drink. Yum. It's a stiff one, alright. Tant mieux!

I can already feel it, and I'm barely half done. Thank God our hosts had some large glasses. There's Blondie. Christ, she looks hot. She's got me talking to myself now. I disengage from my wife's arm and start to mingle.

I make eye contact with Miss Luscious again, and hold it much longer than I should have. Sparks are flying, and I'm getting high from the drink. Empty already? C'est dommage. Thank you, sir, May I have another? I'm back at the bar, making another drink. I see something close out of the corner of my eye and turn my head. The blonde has appeared at my side. "Hi," she said warmly. "I'm Clarissa, Bob and Carol's niece." "Hi, Clarissa, I'm Mark." We shake hands, prim and proper, but in my mind's eye I see us together in far more intimate ways. My ears start to burn and my face is hot and I know I'm blushing. She is so beautiful.

"What kind of drink is that?" she asks. "It's an iced tea.

They're very powerful." "Oh really? I prefer champagne." "Can I get you one?" "Sure, thanks." I pour some Moët into a fine crystal champagne glass and give it to Clarissa. She touches my hand delicately as I give her the glass. A shiver runs up my spine. She sensuously sips at the effervescent nectar. I glance over at my wife and see she's engaged in an animated conversation. "Come with me," I whisper hoarsely.

We walk into the other room, then down the hallway. A quiet, deserted room waits. I flick on the light, check the hallway to make sure we haven't been seen and close the door behind us. One look at her and I know she is completely unsurprised by all of this. I put my drink down and put a hand on her hip, looking deeply into her vibrant blue eyes. I move forward to kiss her and she closes her eyes. Our embrace is instant and unrehearsed; our kiss is incredibly hot. Firm lips give way to an eager tongue, which darts into my mouth and dances with my own. She smells of an obscenely priced perfume. We kiss for a solid minute, after which she is breathless. The beast within has taken over; I am filled with unbridled animal lust.

"We don't have much time," I say and I kiss her again. She puts her champagne glass down on the table. A large, comfortable leather sofa invites. "You're incredibly beautiful," I say between torrid kisses. In seconds we're on the couch, getting more comfortable. I pull her strapless red satin dress down so I may attack her breasts. Her nipples are pink and firm, perched high on her jutting breasts. I cup them in my hands and feel their warm fullness and firmness. Massaging them gently while I french her, I am filled with passion. I kiss my way over to an ear and nibble gently. I kiss her ear hotly, running my tongue about the lobe and along the side. She shivers with delight. I nibble her neck, now, and hear her breath begin to deepen.

I kiss my way down to her heaving breasts, and rub my face with them. The softness on my clean shaven face is a treat and I luxuriate in them. Her nipples are quite swollen now, and I long for a day when I can exploit them fully. But today is not that day. I'm under incredible pressure because of the time factor. I continue, undaunted. I finally take a nipple into my mouth, and caress it gently. I hear a throaty purr from my flaxen haired vixen. She likes. I work this nipple over pretty good, giving it a thorough tongue lashing before moving over to the other one. Can't have any jealousy, you know. I grasp the wet nipple between my forefingers and thumb and gently roll its hardness as I lick and suck the other. She is moaning now, and I swear I can smell her juices already, even though I haven't lifted her dress yet.

I give her throbbing nipples little bites, and the shock has her undulating her hips. She's plenty hot now, but time is running out. I place a hand under her dress. She's got panty hose on, not stockings. The other hand joins the first as I pull her panty hose down to her ankles. I continue to swirl my tongue over a nipple as I put my hand to her pussy. She's sopping wet, hot and wide open. I push her dress up over her hips, and bend down to kiss her hot snatch. She is incredibly fragrant, but not the least bit repulsive. In fact her scent really turns me on, and I dive right in. I lick her dripping labia lovingly; first one and then the other, running my tongue along their length. She puts her hands on my head, guiding me to her clit, but I resist. I thrust my tongue into her love hole and she stiffens. She's getting pretty vocal now, and I am concerned that someone will hear her cries and investigate.

Her hands become more insistent, and I finally stop. I grab each hand and place one on each tit. "Play with them," I order. She looks at me. "Play with them or I won't let you cum." That does it, and starts to massage her breasts. "It feels so nasty when I do that," she says as I resume licking her glistening slit. I stop only long enough to utter, "I only hope I can someday SHOW you nasty..." then slurp my way to her clit. She begins to shudder and I know the time is now. I flutter lick her clit until she erupts, then suck it into a frenzy. "Holy shit she's loud," I think as I worry about the door opening.

Finally, as the last spasms subside from her throbbing orgasm, I let up. I look into her lust filled but spent eyes and see appreciation. "Oh, God, I want more of where that came from," she begins, leering at my crotch. "Sorry, time's up," I manage, even though my cock is a diamond. It's so tough to say no to such a beautiful creature, but I must. She whimpers in disappointment.

"Perhaps some other time." "Please," she pleads. "I can't. My wife will already be wondering where the hell I am." "Fuck her." "I fully intend to, when I get home," I respond, with a grin. "Merry Christmas, you hot luscious thing." "Merry Christmas," she answers, "but I want more presents." That pretty little pout makes me consider staying, but only for a moment. I've already risked my ass.

"May I call you some time to finish this off?" "You must!" "Fine, give me your number." She does and then touches her pussy with a finger before wiping it off on the piece of paper.

"Something for you to remember me by," she sighs. As if I could forget.

I leave her to finish cleaning herself up and go to the bathroom. My God, I'm a mess. My face is covered with pussy juice.

I quickly wash my face and dry it, careful not to drip onto my tie. Rearrange the hair, and I return to the party. "Hey, where have you been?" "Er, mingling in the other room." "Oh. Can you get me another eggnog?" "Sure." I slug down the rest of my iced tea, and get another egg nog.

And what the hell- so I make another iced tea. Gotta love these Christmas parties.

I see Clarissa across the room, eating it up as another guy drools over her. She turns to me and winks. I'll see her again.

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