Choice Tales from the Vale – (563) Christmas Folklore

 

Doctor Dan Butcher walked into the on-call room to find Sister Jess Jonhson standing there.

“Hello Sister” he said suspiciously.

“Happy Christmas” she responded and held up a sprig of mistletoe, so he walked up and kissed her, and it was a very hot passionate kiss.

“Is there anything in Christmas folklore about shagging under the mistletoe?” he asked hopefully when she let him come up for air. 

“Why do you think I’m here?” she replied and then kissed him.

“Where would you like it, Sister Johnson?” he asked between kisses.

“Here will suffice I don’t want to be late for my shift” she replied as she rubbed her mound against the bulge in his trousers.

“Just don’t spaff your love custard on my uniform”

Then she returned her attention to his mouth and her tongue darted in and out of his mouth as her hands undid his trousers and before long, she was tugging roughly on his cock.

After a moment or two she disengaged her mouth from his and turned around and bent over resting her elbows on the table and wiggled her round arse at him.

Apparently, she was ready to go so he shuffled up behind her and began tugging her uniform up over her arse, which was naked.

“Where are your knickers and tights?” he asked.

“In my handbag” she replied.

“Of course, they are” he responded and undid the zip of her uniform and slipped his hands inside and roughly groped at her unfettered tits while she rubbed her hind quarters against his cock, it appeared her was also in her handbag.

But every time she was about to engulf him, he withdrew and teased her until the fourth time when she looked over her shoulder at him as she rested on her elbows and pleaded with her eyes, so he grabbed her hips and in one easy movement he penetrated her tight hairy fanny and judging by her vocal response it was very much to her satisfaction.

He took hold of her tits and cupped them as he pounded on her creamy pussy, the sound of her arse cheeks slapping against his belly was like applause and the coarse moans she was emitting were like encores.

So, he pounded on her harder and faster and the applause grew, her vocalizing grew, the electric pace grew, and the wobble of her tits grew until to rapturous applause and what sounded like baying wolf calls, they both came, and the slutty Sister lay spent and disgraced bent over the table with his twitching cock still inside her.

“Happy Christmas” he said but she just sighed.