Our office Christmas party was always a big bash, with joke presents, and some really expensive presents being passed out. Everyone usually got really drunk and did and said some things that they wouldn't remember the next day, and, believe it or not, we did the same thing at New Year's, only worse, with more drinking.
Someone like to hand out gag gifts to people, and there was a particularly standoffish snob of a bitch named Carolyn who was always the brunt of some pretty bad gag gifts.
At this particular party, she was given an anonymous gift, and all eyes were on her as she carefully unwrapped it.
It was a long, oblong box, about fifteen inches long and six inches across. Carolyn ripped the wrapping off, and inside, there was a white box. She slipped it open.
Inside, there was a long plastic dick, with batteries! Everyone laughed as she carefully picked it up out of the box.
"Well," she said, taking the joke in stride, "just what I wanted!"
Everyone laughed, and she smiled.
"I can replace my remote control batteries for my TV with these," she said.
The joke had been twisted around, and was losing its fun.
"But, this? How do you use something like this?" she asked.
"I'm sure you know," came a voice from the rear.
She reached over and took another swig of her drink. Usually, she was quiet, and had her nose stuck up in the air or up the bosses' ass, whichever was handier.
"Oh, let me try it," she said unsteadily. She reached into the box and inserted the batteries into the end of the long plastic cock. "Yeah," she said as it began to buzz. "That sounds familiar."
To everyone's surprise, she reached down with the dildo and pressed it against her crotch.
"Oh yeah!" she shouted, going along with the joke. "That's my baby! That's it, that's the spot."
She had done a good job of taking the joke and running with it. I didn't know she had a personality at all, but this was something new and unexpected.
Then, my jaw nearly dropped to the floor as she spread her legs and lifted her skirt, showing a lot of flesh on her thighs, her hose, and, of all things, a garter belt. Her lacy white panties were in full view, and she spread her legs, pressing the buzzing plastic cock against her pussy!
There were murmurs of amazement as she pressed harder and harder, and reached down and tugged at her panties.
She stood and pulled them off, sat back down, and spread her legs --- wide! Her hairy muff was wet, and from my vantage point, I could see her inner lips, red and moist. This was really turning her on, and watching her was making my cock grow in my pants.
She rubbed her outer lips with the tip of the dong, then, reaching down and parting her pussy lips, lifting her legs high and wide, she inserted the plastic cock into her pussy. It buzzed and vibrated, and she lay there on the chair and moaned. Farther and farther in her pussy, she began to push it in and pull it out. Then, she reached up and pulled the strap from her dress downward, exposing one bare, small tit. Her nipple was hard and pointed, and she tweaked it, her body suddenly jerking with a spasm of pleasure.
Someone was taking pictures, and they would probably be passed around the office for the next six months, till every one had a few in the desk drawers.
"Good god," I heard someone murmur. There were all kinds of whispers and shouts, and Carolyn began moving the vibrating cock faster and faster in and out of her.
"Yes!" she shouted, and her body jerked with a spasm of orgasm. She had cum in front of all her co-workers. She pulled the thing out of her and asked if anyone wanted to lick it. She looked right at me.
"Sure," I said in jest, "hand me that thing."
I put it close to my face and stuck out my tongue, play-licking it.
"Aw c'mon," she said. "Lick it. Lick the real thing." She spread her legs wider, and that was an invitation I decided not to fake. I got between her legs, and flash bulbs of cameras went off as I lapped at her wet pussy. I knew that I would find a couple of pictures of my tongue in her pussy, probably hanging from the water cooler, or near the photo copiers. No telling what my co-workers were going to do with the evidence, but hell, I didn't care.
She came again, this time with my tongue stuck in her pussy. She straightened up and covered herself, shoving her panties in the box along with the plastic cock. The scene was over, and I was frankly surprised at not only her, but myself as well.
The party wound down, and Carolyn sidled over to me. "That was nice," she said drunkenly. I was surprised she hadn't passed out by now.
"I wonder who sent that present to you," I said.
"Ha, guess who?" she asked. "It was worth the attention. I gave it to myself."
Aha, I thought.
--- Rodney P., New York, NY
