Hello and welcome to my readers. Thank you for your votes, feedback and comments on my previous submittals. It is always a pleasure hearing from you. A caveat: this little tale may change the way you look at a popular Holiday confection. Read on and enjoy.
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"VeryMerry Baking Company, fruitcake our specialty, good morning, how may I direct your call?"
Lucas Owen strode through the lobby of the company's office building, smiling at the pretty receptionist answering the first call of the morning in a cheery voice. 'What was her name again?' he thought. 'Oh yes, Leah, Leah Watson, such a lovely name for a lovely girl.' Humming a popular Christmas tune, he rode the private elevator to the top floor and his new office. It had been great Uncle Henry's office for thirty-five years since he had started the company, but now he was dead and Lucas had assumed control.
Lucas settled into the worn leather chair behind the immense mahogany desk, its polished surface gleaming in the morning sunlight streaming through the picture window. He spun happily in the chair, then arose and gazed through the glass at the factory he now owned. Great Uncle Henry had never married and his nephew was his only surviving heir willing to assume the responsibility of running the factory. Lucas watched as the yard below him teemed with huge trucks and scurrying workers. It was three weeks before Christmas and they were barely meeting the demand for their special Holiday fruitcakes.
He glanced at the immense oil painting of his Great Uncle hanging on the office wall, his pinched face as in life, frozen in a perpetual scowl. His reedy body was clad in an inexpensive grey business suit, a drab tie knotted carelessly around his neck and a rumpled handkerchief protruded from his jacket pocket. 'Looks just like the old bastard' Lucas thought wryly, amazed that Great Uncle Henry would allow himself portrayed in such a fashion.
However, Henry Flint was not concerned with sartorial elegance; his motivations consisted solely of the desire for money, power and control. Over the years, he had ruthlessly eliminated his competitors, actually driving one to suicide, until his was the largest privately owned bakery in the country. Their products graced millions of tables each holiday season with the corresponding profits returning to Henry's grasping hands.
His advancing years had at last begun to tell on the ruthless bakery owner and he began to lose his edge. Reluctantly, he began grooming his nephew to take control of his beloved business, slowly allowing the reins to slip from his hands. What he had not counted on was Lucas' impatience to take complete control, and that was the old mans' undoing.
Surrounded by servants long since cowed into complete subservience, Henry was especially vulnerable to the machinations of his ambitious heir. It had been so easy for Lucas to begin substituting placebos for his Great Uncle's heart medicine. Over the long months, the old man suffered through more and more of his 'spells'. Rebuffing the advice given to him by doctors that he considered money grubbing quacks, he finally succumbed on a rainy Friday evening. Lucas took his time summoning help and by the time an EMS unit arrived at the mansion, the old man was dead. Now the business was his to do with as he wished.
Lucas' reverie ended abruptly when he heard the private door to his office open and a whiff of perfume met his nostrils. He knew without looking that his secretary and secret lover had entered the room. He turned to face her, his cock already swelling in his pants.
Ginger Ross walked slowly towards her lover, crimson hair brushing her shoulders, her pussy wet with desire. She was clad in a tight skirt and blouse that emphasized her jutting breasts and rounded ass. She had been his Great Uncle's secretary for three years before she and Lucas had begun their secret affair, their first encounter being in this very office following an evening meeting. They were the last two employees remaining in the building that night and they felt a mutual attraction immediately.
Lucas asked if he could kiss her and she said yes. He was the boss' nephew and besides she thought he looked hot with his piercing blue eyes and buff body. In no time, they were naked and fucking like minks on the big leather couch near the conference table. They could not seem to get enough of each other that night and so their affair began.
Lucas wasn't married and neither was she, but they remained discreet for fear of the old man finding out. The shriveled old prude would have probably fired her and demoted Lucas to the loading dock. Before long, she was providing Lucas with her boss' private correspondence and any other bits of information that he found useful in his plan to take over the business. She had even obtained various benign pharmaceuticals from a friend who worked in a doctor's office, enabling Lucas to continue his efforts to kill the old man slowly. She didn't care, she had Lucas, he had the company, it was smooth sailing from here.
"Morning lover," Ginger said, grabbing Lucas by the head and planting a grinding kiss on his lips.
"Morning baby," Lucas replied, putting his arms around her waist and returning the kiss with equal fervor.
"How does it feel to own this big bakery all by yourself," she purred, rubbing her firm breasts against his chest and grabbing his crotch.
"Not as good as you feel," Lucas replied, cupping her ass cheeks in his hands. "Didn't you get enough last night, my little sex machine?"
"I can never get enough of you, or this," Ginger said breathily, her hand stroking Lucas stiff cock. "Let's lock the door and get on that couch. I've already directed the phones up front to Leah so we won't be disturbed."
Leaving a trail of clothing behind them, the lovers fell onto the couch, pawing at each other frantically in an explosion of lust. Lucas lifted Ginger's long legs over his shoulders and began to lick and suck on her wet, red furred pussy.
"Mmmmm. Oh yeah, eat it baby. You eat so damn good..." Ginger moaned as Lucas' tongue slithered in her juicy slit, sliding tantalizingly against the soft pink folds, scooping out delicious mouthfuls of pussy juice.
Ginger pinched and tugged on her throbbing pink nipples as her lovers' wiggling tongue drove her mad with desire. She shrieked in delight as Lucas pushed three fingers deep in her cunt, two in her slick asshole and sucked her pussy lips between his teeth, nibbling on them with gusto.
"Ahhhhh, my Goddd, fuck yesssss..." Ginger screamed, arching her back as Lucas plunged his fingers deep in her wet holes. Thrusting eagerly into his lover, he bit down on her throbbing clit, sending her over the edge. Ginger howled as her orgasm smashed through her quivering body and she squirted thick white cum into her lovers' face. Squealing and erupting twice more, she fell back on the couch, gasping for air.
Lucas' was in agony, his stiff dick and aching balls were in desperate need of release. Moving upward on her body, he straddled Gingers' chest. Pulling her head to him, he stuffed his rock hard prick into her gaping mouth and began to fuck her face. He gasped as Gingers hands grabbed his flat ass and drove two fingers into his puckered asshole, searching for his prostate gland.
Breathing easily through her nose, Ginger deep throated her lover until his heavy balls bumped her chin, her long tongue circling the hot shaft as the velvet head scrubbed the back of her throat. "Ohhhhhh, suck it, suck it, you're the best..." Lucas groaned as he rammed his thick meat into Ginger's eager mouth, her fingers digging deep in his ass.
