A debauched Xmas tale
The following is a story discretely related to me by an old school friend some years ago.
It was the night of the office Xmas party, and inevitably various members of staff missed their trains home. Frank, was one of these, as was his PA, and as Josh had a flat in an exclusive development in the heart of the city, he offered to put them both up. There was only one bedroom, but we were all young back then, and it wasn’t uncommon for a friends to spend the night on Josh’s capacious sofa. It was agreed that Frank and his PA (I’m afraid I never learned her name) would make themselves comfortable with blankets, cushions and the floor, and considering Frank was married, Josh thought no more, and staggered off to his bed.
In the morning, Josh got up to make breakfast for his guests. His route to the kitchen was though the living room, where he found his guests naked, except for Santa Hats, on the sofa together, and Frank’s cock deep in his PA’s mouth.
On being interrupted, the PA looked up at Josh, smiled, and invited him to join in.
It seemed rude to decline, and as soon as he had a boner, they all enjoyed a spit roast a spit-roast.
Sadly I have few more details than this, but I gather that all parties were ultimately satisfied, and later went out for a very civil brunch.