New Year’s Eve – 11.43 PM
Ten days had passed since the Secret Santa, an evening marked by a particularly moment between Emma and Jason. However, she had been firm with Jason, making it clear that this adventure should not repeat itself. Despite that, she knew she would have to deal with his presence. Being one of the two colleagues close to Nathan, Jason was inevitably destined to cross paths with her in her home. And, unsurprisingly, on the eve of the New Year, he was there, partying with Nathan as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t left his mark in Emma’s mouth less than two weeks ago.
About ten people were present, including Lucas, another colleague of Nathan with whom he got along particularly well, as well as Nathan’s sister and a few other friends. That evening, Emma wore a sleek, body-hugging black dress that accentuated every curve of her athletic figure. Her usually vibrant red hair was elegantly pulled back into a chignon secured with a white clip, adding a touch of sophistication to her look. A single rebellious strand fell along her right cheek, highlighting the symmetry of her face and drawing attention to her green eyes, subtly enhanced by a hint of eyeshadow, her only makeup for the night.
Nathan was in the middle of the living room, quite drunk, trying to imitate who knows what after diving into a game of Time’s Up. It was at that precise moment that Jason chose to place himself discreetly by Emma’s side, the eyes of the laughing guests fixed on Nathan.
“I want you so badly,” Jason whispered into Emma’s ear, his voice thick with desire that made Emma shiver despite herself.
Emma shot him a dark look, trying to move slightly away from him without drawing attention. But Jason, oblivious to her warning, moved closer again, his actions barely concealed under the guise of the party, which sent Emma into a state of panic. She didn’t want anyone to suspect anything at all.
“I’m going to the bathroom, join me in two minutes,” he whispered before discreetly slipping away.
Emma had absolutely no desire to join Jason, but she had to do it to make him stop this behavior immediately before anyone noticed. She didn’t even wait out the two minutes before slipping away and heading to the bathroom. She wasn’t excited; she was angry, which was very, very rare for Emma.
When she opened the bathroom door with a vigorous gesture, Jason was struck by the sight of this fiery redhead in anger. Her vibrant hair, almost alive in its agitation, framed a face where fury was as clear as a storm. Her green eyes, usually so captivating, now shot lightning, making her gaze piercing and untamed. Her lips, pressed into a thin line, betrayed a tension that was not without awakening desire in Jason. Some would have been afraid at this sight, but Jason only felt his excitement grow. Emma’s anger, the way she held her body, tense and vibrating with passionate energy, made him want to dominate her even more. He loved this intensity, this raw force that emanated from her.
“Stop this right now,” Emma hissed through her teeth, her voice low but charged with anger.
Jason, with a smirk, approached her with confident strides. His deep brown eyes, full of promise, never left Emma’s, causing her to step back half a step in surprise at his boldness. As he stood beside her, he closed the bathroom door silently, his gaze locked with hers.
“I’m going to enjoy fucking you so much,” Jason whispered in a low, seductive voice.
Emma felt a treacherous heat spread between her legs, despite herself and despite the fear that made her heart race. Jason firmly grasped one of her hands, guiding her without resistance to stand in front of the mirror. He positioned himself behind her, gently bending her forward so she could place both hands on the edge of the sink.
Seeing herself in the mirror, her mind screamed for her to tell Jason to stop, to stand up and leave the room. But her body seemed not to listen, standing frozen, watching in the reflection as Jason, with his provocative smile, slowly raising her dress over her hips. Emma heard the zipper of Jason’s jeans being lowered, sending a shiver down her spine. Her mind screamed one last time to react, but her body remained still, save for her face, which bit her lip in anticipation as she saw Jason positioning himself to penetrate her.
Jason let out a low, muffled groan as he thrust into Emma’s now completely drenched sex with one swift move. Emma stumbled slightly at the first impact, catching herself at the last moment, her face now against the sink. Jason continued with powerful thrusts, pausing briefly between each one. Emma held her breath each time Jason entered her, then gasped for air rapidly after each thrust, the sound of her breathing amplified by the basin, her warm breath bouncing back to her face.
Jason grabbed her chignon, pulling her head back before placing her hands back on her hips.
“Look at you while I’m fucking you,” he said in an almost cold tone, continuing to drive into her with force.
Emma bit her lip again, desperately trying to stifle a moan of pleasure. Jason kept going, what felt like an eternity to Emma but was in reality no more than a minute.
Then, the bathroom door swung open, revealing Lucas in the doorway.
“What the…” Lucas started.
“Shut up and close the door,” Jason commanded without breaking his rhythm.
Emma began to panic, trying to stand up, but Jason held her firmly in place. “It’s pointless. He already knew, I told him about the Secret Santa. Anyway, it’s too late now, so you might as well enjoy it,” Jason said with a smile, slightly picking up the pace. Each sound of smacking, as Jason’s crotch met Emma’s round, firm ass, was now accompanied by a little cry from Emma, a mix of panting and pleasure, heightening the excitement of the one fucking her with abandon.
Lucas stood there, mouth agape. “Fuck, so it’s true then?”
“Yes, and now she’ll have to buy your silence too,” Jason responded, gritting his teeth as he increased his speed a little more.
At those words, Lucas felt his arousal surge; he pulled out his cock and began to masturbate while watching this raw, somewhat almost brutal sex scene. Emma resisted for a moment, but her eyes eventually fixed on Lucas’s cock, clearly visible in the mirror as Jason continued to fuck her relentlessly. Her arousal was so intense that she couldn’t suppress a moan of pleasure, thankfully masked by the background music and laughter.
Watching his colleague’s girlfriend in such a state made the pressure in Lucas’s member spike. “When is it my turn?” he declared.
Jason stopped, slightly sweaty, as Emma caught her breath.
“Don’t worry, she’s quite capable of handling us both at the same time,” Jason said with a wicked smile. Grabbing her chignon once more. He pulled out, eliciting another moan from Emma, this time one of frustration.
Then, turning her and leaning her forward, he brought her face right in front of Lucas’s throbbing cock.
“Don’t worry, we won’t say anything to Nathan, but you have to hold up your end of the bargain,” Jason said before positioning himself just behind her. She felt Jason’s cock invade her again, pushing her lips closer to Lucas’s member, but she didn’t want to, or rather, she didn’t dare take the initiative. She felt a hand grab her chignon once more.
“What are you waiting for to enjoy that redheaded slut, Lucas? Midnight’s approaching, we can’t linger if we don’t want anyone to notice our absence,” Jason said with a laugh. “Grab her head, and fuck her mouth,” he added.
With nearly all his blood now in his cock, Lucas was no longer thinking; he grabbed Emma’s hair firmly, without regard for her now disheveled hairdo, and thrust his cock with delight into her mouth, which, contrary to what he expected, welcomed him with warmth and softness.
Emma was in a daze, her mind blank except for the pleasure and lust that filled it. She no longer thought about where she was, nor about the people nearby who could walk in at any moment, and most of all, she no longer thought about Nathan. Only the pleasure and desire remained in her mind as her lips began to tighten around Lucas’s cock.
“Fuck, you were right, Jason, she’s a real cock sucker,” Lucas gasped.
They were now fucking Emma in near-perfect synchronization, holding her firmly. She felt like an object, almost inanimate except for her lips and inner walls that she tried to contract as best she could to please them, sandwiched between two delightful cocks. Jason and Lucas continued to talk and laugh about fucking her as if she wasn’t there. Being dominated like this, almost breathless, was exquisite, and she felt a massive orgasm building within her.
Just then, they heard the countdown start, the music having stopped, with the guests in the next room shouting: “10, 9, …” Emma thought she heard Nathan’s voice asking, “Has anyone seen Emma?” but she couldn’t be sure, as the voices of the guests, and especially the grunts from Jason and Lucas, drowned it out.
Jason was now holding Emma’s wrists firmly behind her back while fucking her harder and harder, and Lucas was trying to thrust his cock deeper into her throat with each movement. She wasn’t sure about Jason, but Lucas, feeling his member throb, was on the brink of orgasm.
“Hold on for just a few more seconds, to start the year off right,” Lucas encouraged with a laugh.
6… 5… 4…
The bathroom was now filled with grunts, muffled moans, and the sounds of sucking, almost deafening to Emma. Normally, she would have been terrified, but her mind was too far gone, relishing the sensation of every vein, every ridge of Lucas’s cock sliding between her lips, and Jason’s cock, slightly above average, filling her completely.
3… 2… 1…
None of them knew whether it was the joyful shouts of “Happy New Year” or the feeling of one of them reaching orgasm that triggered the others, but they experienced an incredibly powerful orgasm in perfect synchronization. Except for Emma, whose mouth was full, Jason and Lucas took advantage of the ambient noise to let themselves go completely, screaming their pleasure.
“Swallow it all, slut,” Lucas shouted as he emptied himself generously into Emma’s mouth, which she swallowed as it filled.
“Happy Fucking New Year,” Jason exclaimed through gritted teeth as he emptied himself deep within Emma’s sex.
Jason, barely finished, pulled out from Emma to quickly get dressed and join the others. Lucas, on the other hand, took a bit longer to dress, the colossal orgasm he’d experienced having left him exhausted.
“Maybe lock the door behind me while you… recover,” Lucas said, almost sheepishly, to Emma, who was catching her breath. Her hair was now a wild mess, strands sticking to her sweaty forehead, her makeup smudged from tears and sweat, and semen dribbling from her mouth, tracing lines down her chin. Her dress was bunched up around her waist, her body glistening with perspiration, the evidence of their encounter still warm and vivid on her skin.
Emma locked the door behind Lucas, doing her best to straighten her appearance, knowing she had at best just a few minutes of respite. After one last check in the mirror, it was clear from her appearance that something had happened, but she could wait no longer and stepped out of the bathroom to rejoin the others.
Nathan, very drunk, greeted her with, “Happy New Year my love,” before kissing her. His state prevented him from noticing the changes in Emma’s appearance. However, Nathan’s sister gave her an odd look for a few moments, sending a chill down Emma’s spine. But as the party continued, she seemed to not dwell on it further.
Emma sat down to gather her emotions while Jason and Lucas danced and laughed in the middle of the living room with Nathan.
“My God… what have I done?” Emma thought to herself.
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