Cock Around The Christmas Tree
“ARRRGHHH! Why do I never have any cash anymore!” Tia threw her purse down on the passenger seat. Unlocking her phone, she began to upload yet another car parking app.
“Don’t you mess around with me now, you stupid thing. Blasted world we live in. Everything is an app or yet another password I have to remember! All I want to do it get a flipping Christmas tree! Since when did you ever get charged parking to dig up a poxy tree?”
The day hadn’t started out well for Tia. First, no hot water thanks to the broken boiler. Still broken from when Craig had tried ‘mending it.’ Craig being the so called maintenance guy to the building. Nice eye candy but no ability to maintain anything.
Then, her favourite coffee shop hadn’t opened due to a water leak caused by the cold temperatures that had been happening all week. This meant Tia had had to go back to the flat and make her own coffee – which she was rubbish at, before heading out to the gym.
Finally, when she arrived at work, she had been sent straight out again to buy the office tree… again. Same request as the past three years. She really needed to get a new job and planned to do it the following summer.
With hardly any fuel in her car, and severely lacking in funds in the bank account to pay for that as well as the tree, Tia’s temper was being really pushed that morning.
“I’m not even dressed to go to a silly Christmas tree farm and start digging holes. Samantha could have told me last night.”
“Maybe she only thought about it this morning?” Kristy, Tia’s best friend for the past five years, always tried to see both sides of a situation. “Or she was only authorised by her boss today?”
“You’ve met Samantha. You know full well she’s done this on purpose. Besides… fucking hell!”
“Now what?”
“I’ve got my bloody foot stuck in this shitty, sodden, crappy, fuck knows what, brown crud. Could be cow shit for all I know.”
“Going well then? Want me to leave you to it?” Kristy continued to type away, “I’ve got something I need to complete anyway.”
“That’s it. Hang up on me!” Tia chuckled, “Sorry about the ear bashing. Just one of those days.”
“Been my pleasure, my dear friend. Anytime. Cheerio!” And with that, Kristy ended the call.
“Bye then.” Tia put her phone into her jeans back pocket, ready to tackle the mud suctioning her favourite leather boot into the ground.
“Woah! What happened to you?”
“What the fuck are you doing here Craig?” Tia was clearly not amused of the maintenance guy’s presence. “Got my boot stuck in that hell hole of mud over there by the carpark.”
“Fall arse over tit did you? Not surprised. Look at the size of those things.”
“Did anyone ever tell you that it’s not polite to stare at a woman’s chest? And, yes, face planted the ground like a drunkard.”
“You here to get a tree?”
“No shit, Sherlock.” Tia looked around her, the yard full of pre-cut trees already wrapped and good to go. “ Second thoughts, are you sure they sell trees here? Fuck. Thought it was the warehouse for boiler parts.”
“Ha. Bloody. Ha. You got me there. Honestly, the part is on order.”
“I’ve got strict instructions to go cut a fresh tree. No reason why I can’t take one of those, the boss wouldn’t know any different.”
“She would. If it’s a woman?”
“How?”
“Women just know. A freshly cut tree probably smells different to a pre-cut one. Or maybe the needles fall off quicker because it’s already been chopped for a while.”
“True. I wouldn’t but she’d know. No idea what her issue is but get the impression she needs to loosen up a bit. I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. I have a plastic one that comes out on Christmas Eve each year. Perhaps I should get one that sits in a pot? That way it can be planted and used again next year.”
Tia began to brush off the mud but smeared it into the weave of her wool coat instead. “Fuck this for a game of soldiers. I don’t even want to be here.”
“Need any help? I’ve got biceps?!” Craig flexed his arms, although clearly no need to. His muscles could be seen from the other side of the carpark. In fact, the females at the flats, plus Charles, have all decided that Craig probably weight trained in his man shed in the basement, rather than fix any building issues.
“If you want. Do you still need to get yours?”
“It’s for the block foyer and is already in the truck. Digging or sawing? Have you decided?” Craig turned towards the carpark. “Saw or spade?”
“Goes against my better judgement but sawing I suppose. That’s the instruction. Can’t do with getting sacked at Christmas over the wrong type of tree now.” Tia looked down at herself. “Fuck me, I’m a filthy cow.”
“Is that an invite?”
“Right. Which one? They all look the same to me.”
Tia and Craig had found themselves in the middle of the eight foot tree section.
“The tallest.” Tia replied.
“Do’h! We’re in the eight foot section – clue in the title there. Plenty to choose from and doesn’t look like we have any competition from anyone else here to grab something first.”
“Oh yeah. Fuck knows. God! I really need to stop swearing. My mother would be so proud of me right now… not.” Tia perused her surroundings before pointing to what she thought was the largest, but definitely the bushiest conifer in her sight. “That fucker there.”
“The phallic looking one?”
Tia stared at the tree again, “Is it? I don’t see the resemblance myself.”
“Tia. If you can’t see that looks more like a bloke’s cock with a massive ball sack, rather than a Christmas tree, then there is something severely lacking in your bedroom department!”
“Well, as it happens there is as the batteries have run out, but nope. Can’t see it.”
Craig spluttered at the unexpected reply. “I’ve got spare batteries in my den if you need them that bad?! Surely the real thing is better?”
“When the real thing doesn’t exist in one’s life, then the toy box has to come out.”
“What about that guy that used to hang around with you? Where’s he gone?”
“Blimey. You really do keep an eye on things at the flats, don’t you?! Well, he turned out to be a complete plonker. And the toy box got used a lot then, as he was a useless shag too!”
“Enough said. Right, are you sure that you want to take the cock tree back to your boss?” Craig grinned. “Perhaps, if she’s that rigid, I best go sort her out in the back office?!”
“You’d have a queue.” Tia murmured under her breath, knowing full well she’d quite happily stand in line and wait her turn.
“I’d have what?”
“Nothing! Perhaps we should go further in and see if there is a better specimen.” Tia started to walk off between the firs. “We may find a bigger bushy one.”
“I quite like bushy ones!” Gathering his saw, Craig followed on behind. “Hang on, wait!”
“Is that all you think about?” Tia called back as she continued on.
“What?”
“Sex. Innuendo, that kind of thing.”
“Pretty much so.”
“At least you’re honest! What about this one?”
Craig surveyed the tree from top to bottom. “Looks mighty fine from this angle.” He walked to the far side “Oh…”
“What?”
“I don’t think the sun gets this side. There’s not a single branch until above my head. The trunk’s bare enough that I could shag you against it.”
“Ha! Ha! Can’t be that bad.” Tia wandered round. “Oh, that’s a shame… Could you really shag someone against that? Wouldn’t it hurt? Surely you’d have to do it like this?”
Tia put her forearms against the tree and stuck her backside out.
“Ah, now I hadn’t thought about that way round. That would be far better.” Craig dropped his saw and moved behind Tia. “Yeah, that would work.”
“I think my coat would be in the way though!” Tia invited herself into Craig’s groin.
“And your jeans.” Craig quipped.
“Your hands would have to be slightly higher - to get the perfect momentum.”
“Here?” Tia felt Craig’s grip on both hips. She also felt his hardened cock pushing against her.
“Feels about right.”
“I mean, if we were really doing this, I could put my hands here.” Craig reached around and placed a hand on each of Tia’s breasts. “Blimey, I thought I had big hands but… wow! Impressive! Sorry, distracted for a second there. Where were we?”
“Would you just hold them or massage them as you thrusted?” Tia had an unfamiliar feeling of arousal. “You may need to lift my top to get a better idea.”
Craig didn’t need asking again, and within seconds Tia could sense the warmth of his hands through the lace of her bra. “You have firm nipples. They make me want to pinch them.”
“Feel free.”
The tweaking sensation as his fingers gripped each bud hard sent shock waves between Tia’s thighs. A small gasp of breath escaped her mouth.
“You like?”
“Yep.” Tia pushed harder again Craig’s erection. “I think we’re the prefect fucking fit.”
“I’ll rephrase that sentence. I think we’re fit for fucking… right now. Well, I certainly am, if you are?” He responded.
“What are you waiting for?”
Craig whipped his hands away and pulled at his trouser belt. In one well practiced action the belt was removed and laying on the floor. His trousers pooled around his ankles and his cock released from its pants free enclosure.
Tia unfastened her jeans. Craig tugged them and her panties down. She then resumed position and readied herself.
Roughly, his wet fingers fumbled their way in between her swollen plump lips.
“You feel so good. I’ve got to be brutally honest and say that I’ve wanted to do this to you for a while.”
“You telling me we could be doing this in the comfort of my bedroom?!” Tia laughed. “ And some time ago? Well, fuck me.”
“ Okay. I fucking will!” With that, Craig took hold of his shaft and after a quick up and down with his hand, sunk it deep, where his fingers had just been and further.
Tia held her breath as the rock solid cock slid in against her inner walls. The tight fit increasing the sensations as Craig pounded against her cheeks and pussy.
His hands once again on Tia’s hips, Craig concentrated as he thrust. His boots pushing against Tia’s, widening her legs further.
“Where’s the blasted dog?” A voice could be heard nearby, followed by a whistle.
“Fuck!” Craig suddenly halted. As both tried to control their panting breath, they listened on.
Tia sniggered as a springer spaniel appeared at their feet. Craig, still hard and filling her hole, tried to push the canine away with his foot.
“Skit! Off you go.” He whispered. Shoving the dog gentle away. “Stop sniffing there, dog! Now! Now!”
“Flint! Here boy!” The whistling and footsteps got ever closer. “Come on dog. Got to get that bleeding tree for her indoors.”
“This could be interesting.” Tia giggled and teased Craig’s dick by tightening her muscles around him.
“Stop it! That’s cruel… hopefully he’ll go the other way.” Craig hoped the dog walker would pass very quickly. “I was just getting a good rhythm going then too.”
As the dog continued to snuffle around the trees close by, distracted by the scents of last night’s local wildlife, the apprehension that they were, at any moment, about to be caught mid-act, was quite the turn on.
“Shall I continue?” Craig leaned in and quietly asked. Meg answered by moving slowly back and forth on his shaft.
She could feel him swell, any space between her inners and his girth now almost non-existent as the motion continued. Focused on the sensations, she gasped loudly as Craig shifted his hand down onto her clit, rubbing it in time with each thrust.
His spare hand moved to cover her mouth. He played and toyed with her aware she couldn’t cry out.
“Come for me Tia, I want you to grip my cock so tight it spews within you and drips down your thighs.” Craig continued to rub her clit, using her only bodily juices to lubricate and arouse her further.
Tia’s arms may have ached against the bark, but her wet, sodden pussy ached more for the slow silent ramming it was receiving right now.
“He’s over there.” Craig moved Tia’s face with his hand still over her mouth. She nodded, acknowledging both the need for quiet and the excitement of the moment.
“I bet your clit’s glistening and crying out for my mouth right now.” Craig tormented Tia with his words, “I bet you want my lips right around your craving pussy, licking and sucking you so hard you spurt into my mouth. The taste of your exquisite liquor slipping down my throat as I lap it up.” His thumb rubbed and circled her as he spoke.
Tia sensed the build up in her calves, as it headed into her thighs. A long awaited orgasm ripped through her core as he pushed his cock right in as far as it would go. Her pulsating pussy encased his shaft like no other had done so before. Her primal screams stifled by a hand fixed tightly over her mouth.
Craig controlled the urge to erupt, as he enjoyed feeling Tia palpitate against his cock. He looked for the dog or its owner. Neither were immediately in view, but he could still hear them. As he began to increase his thrusting once more Tia shuddered at the thought of another climax possibly happening filled her mind.
“Are you cold?” Craig placed his hands back at her waist, pulling her coat back down as he did so. He then continue to pump hard into her.
“No. Not at all.” Tia whispered back. “ I think I might come again if you carry on. It’s… fuck… been… aaaa… whhhile!” Her thighs clamped hard as the secondary orgasm hit firmly between her legs.
“Oh Christ!” Craig couldn’t hold any longer and unceremoniously exploded his load into Tia’s hole with one almighty thrust, collapsing onto her back. “I’m so sorry! Jesus! I didn’t mean to do that.”
“Hello over there? Have you seen my dog?”
In unison, “He went that way!” came from both Tia and Craig as their hands went in opposite directions, either side of the tree holding them up.
“Oh, okay… very helpful. Thanks”
The footsteps disappeared out of earshot. “Do you think he noticed?” Tia turned her head to Craig.
“Noticed what? We’re just two people getting a Christmas tree for your boss.”
“Fuck! What’s the time? I was only given an hour.”
“Half ten. Not a bad day’s work if I say so myself.”
“I’m so going to get sacked for this. And I still don’t have a poxy tree!”
“Don’t panic. It will take me two seconds to get one. I just need to get dressed first.”
“Fuck! Fuckety fuck!” Tia scramble to pull her panties and jeans back up. “I’m so fucked! What was I thinking?”
“What’s the big deal? You get sacked, you find another job.”
“The big fucking deal Craig is that I have no money, I live in a shitty flat – with no hot water, no offence intended – and I’ve just shagged the maintenance guy instead of getting a flipping Christmas tree for the boss and… and… and…”
“Take a breath. I ain’t that bad, am I?” Craig grinned - the same grin from earlier that made Tia want to get in his pants in the first place.
“Don’t you dare grin at me like that! It’s not fucking funny.”
“Think about it. Do you like the job? Do you like your boss? If you liked those, would you still be here, having just shagged ‘the maintenance guy’ as you put it. Or would you have just got the tree and gone back to the office?”
Tia stood up and thought for a second. “I didn’t mean it like that. You’re not just the maintenance guy. I know that. That was rude. I’m sorry. You’re right actually. I don’t want to be there and, furthermore, I’d rather be here with you.”
“What do you mean Tia?”
“Not sure. I think I may be making the biggest mistake of my life right on top of Christmas, but here goes nothing.” Tia pulled her phone out from her back pocket, quickly typed a text out and pressed ‘send’.
“What have you just done?”
“Told Samantha to go fuck herself and get her own Christmas tree.”
“Samantha, being your boss?”
“That’s the one.” Tia looked around her, “Fancy another quickie?”
“Thought you wouldn’t ask!”
The End
