New Year and Christmas - the traditional family holidays, is not it? So why are employers organizing their fucking office parties exactly these days? Why not “before”, and even better - “after”? Yes, even with the condition "without wives"! Where's the justice?! That is, when you are waiting for him from overtime, urgently going on a business trip or rushing headlong with documents forgotten by him in a hurry, you are a loyal comrade, indispensable guardian of the rear and all that kind of stuff, but as a corporate party - excuse me, dear, only the company employees! .. So it turns out: while the hubby in the country club hangs out with his colleagues, I’m here in the sweatshirts of a car vacuuming I’m cleaning up, continuing to guard the incomprehensible rears. Today is the sixth of January. A few friends and colleagues will gather at the holiday table with family and friends at night; even windy Katka found herself a “well, very positive” gentleman and shook off for the Christmas holidays in Prague. It seems that I have to celebrate Christmas alone. The question is: for whom am I cleaning the palace here?

During the howling of the vacuum cleaner, I did not immediately hear the doorbell. The uninvited guest turned out to be annoyingly insistent, and I, turning off the equipment, cursing, started to open it.

- Jingle bells, jingle bells, here I come! Push your knees faster - it will be okay !!! - barely having seen me, the goat-footed terrorist standing on the threshold shouted joyfully, exhibitionistly throwing open the floors of an expensive red “Dedmorozovsky” caftan with sparkling snowflakes and shabby swaying impressive “bells” to the beat of the song. - Jingle bells, jingle bells, rejoice, cunt! Your best present is me !!!

Bah! - Slamming the door silently, I trudged back to the vacuum cleaner. It was completely horny - not only is it uninvited to a married woman, it also bawls all intentions about its intentions.

Yes, a real demon, with goat horns and hooves, came to visit me, and - no, I am not surprised at all. The fact is that for some reason, a demon, or rather, an incubus, has gotten to roam about me. The first time he credited me directly to the matrimonial bed, despite the presence in the bedroom of a sleepless spouse. The second time, under the distribution of orgasms, not only I, but also my friend Katka, was pleased. And here on you, as they say "remember the devil"!

As was to be expected, the cuckold's door did not delay for a long time. Bes immediately materialized in the hallway, and hoofing along the laminate with his hooves, dragged me into the hall, dragging a hefty holiday bag with him. Having thumped his burden on the floor, the incubus collapsed imposingly in a velor chair and looked at me questioningly:

- Well? Figley are you guests knocking on the horns of the door to the horns ?!

“And you will not yell at the whole of Ivanovo,” I snapped, turning on the vacuum cleaner again.

- I do not yell, I am caroling! - the devil loudly objected, trying to shout down the howl of the everyday monster.

- Legs! I roared, brushing furiously around the chair.

Bes obediently lifted his hooves, continuing to sort things out:

- By the way, for this before the cattle were taken away from the yard!

- That's great! - I snapped angrily. - Take this goat, so that you know how to throw me alone for the holidays!

- Hm! I found something to be sad about, - the incubus sniffed and smugly smugly: - Well, the car is already masturbate! Listen to me: turn off the equipment, take off your pants and go, climb on the stool!

- What for? - I did not enter, but turned off the vacuum cleaner.

- What does "why" mean? - arched brovushku horned. - Santa Claus has come to you! You give me a poem, I give you a present. Then we make somersault from the stool into bed, and I ottorivayu you to the ears.What is not clear then?

I looked at the devil, feeling that his consumer approach to me finally knocked down my mood; the soul wanted a holiday, and here on you, the worked out scheme:

“Go away, evil,” I breathed, and went to the kitchen. I'm tired, I do not want so!

“By the way, despondency is the most terrible of sins,” the incubus did not hesitate to draw in the doorway, leaning on the joint in a spectacular pose. “Macho picture”, damn it! No, actually, he looks nothing at all - a kind of fatal seducer with a lewd look of slanted eyes and a sensual lecherous smile. True, the romantic resin curls and the gorgeous relief torso are invariably the components of the horned and tailed goat-leg form. Interesting, is this his true look? - Kozochkaaaaa, do you listen to me at all ?! - the devil severely shouted, tearing me out of the stream of thoughts. “I’m here, like a fool, I point out the path to salvation with two hands, but she doesn’t even lead by ear!”

- What salvation? - I stiffened.

“Mental,” judging by the intonation, the horned one would definitely have to repeat. - I've been crucified to you for about five minutes, that if you have already intended to sin specifically today, you should prefer gluttony, libation and fornication to total despondency!

“And I didn’t cook anything,” I must admit, I even got lost somehow, “the guests were not expected anyway.”

Bes eloquently rolled his eyes and turned back into the hall.

- What would you do without me !? Come on, take the dishes, let's start with the libations ... - and already from the room I yelled after: - And take off these pants in the end !!!

Having got everything I needed, I went to the bedroom to change clothes. It is clear to the fool how this will end, but, despite the perspective, for some reason I wanted to look beautiful. In the end, spitting on propriety, I fished a set of Italian underwear — a corset and panties — with breathtaking embroidery and lace, and a silk kimono with cranes bought through an online store. One hell, it seems that in everyday life I don’t be honored with them. Also in the far corner of the cabinet was a box with a pair of frivolous slippers on the heels and with a fur edge.

Dressed, went to the mirror - just the lady from the boudoir. For some reason, my heart is screaming like mad - am I really afraid? Slightly sprinkled hair with my favorite “Cocoon”, feeling light notes of chocolate and vanilla. Yes, it is definitely better, and - come what may.

- Well, will you dig for a long time ?! - the devil opened the bedroom door impatiently and stood on the threshold like a picture: “Oh, you fucking ...”

“You could have been a little polite,” I muttered.

“Sorry, madam, let me take my words back,” the demon instantly switched, closing the door and approaching me, “your nudity under this silk is so seductive to me that I would prefer to start the program from fornication!”

- Aaaa, I ... - his abrupt transition in communication on high calm, completely knocked the ground out from under my feet. But as they say, the demon has already suffered:

- Open soon the loins in front of me, so that I could revive the bud of the tender before the expiration of the nectar!

- What? - I stared out.

- Marsh in bed, I said! - roared the demon, throwing me on the bed. - Knees apart and put pussy!

Immediately being there, he scooped me up, firmly sealed my mouth with a wet kiss and with my free hand reached into my panties. Fingers busily felt the vulva, slightly teased the clitoris and, slipping between the wetted swollen petals, dived into the vagina. After slightly massaging the vagina from the inside, the devil slowly began to fuck me by hand, simultaneously fingering the clitoris with his thumb. The tongue ruled in the mouth, inflaming more and not even letting out a word. Exciting, I squirmed in his hands, ever more clearly feeling the smarting itching of swollen nipples rubbing against the fabric of linen. Damn, absolutely no strength to endure! Having fiddled with the belt, I got rid of the kimono and, climbing into the lace cup of underwear, I began to knead my chest and roll my nipple. A bosom immediately responded, rhythmically squeezing the incubus fingers. Bes purred and intensified the onslaught; then his patience broke, the incubus tore off my pants and leaned on top.Oozing greasy wiry cock, trying on, butted head of the entrance and broke into the vagina with one push.

- Ah! - my legs shot up to the ceiling, my ass, rising, opened to attack. Bes rushed off the bat, violently slamming me into the mattress, causing the bed to creak plaintively, eloquently knocking to the wall with his blows to the wall. Fucked up, ...