The Ugly Sweater Contest

"Shit," said Carol. She was not prepared for this.

It was her company's annual Christmas party, held as always in one of the huge reception halls at the downtown Marriott. Decent food and an open bar always drew most of the company's 500 or so employees, and extras like a gift raffle and a Santa Claus impersonator sweetened the deal for many. For Carol, however, the only reason to come was the ugly sweater competition. The grand prize? An extra week of vacation, which Carol had won two years running.

She'd been so confident in winning again this year that she'd already booked a trip for mid-January, assuming she'd get the time. Her confidence rapidly dissipated when she entered the hall and started taking a look around. People had dramatically stepped up their game this year. Carol saw four or five sweaters she was almost certain would beat hers, the best of the bunch being worn by Sofie in HR, whom she hated with a passion.

Carol looked down at her own sweater, dismayed. Her winning strategy for two years had been to straddle the line between ugly and sexy. Her sweater was a hideous shade of red covered in little white puffballs, but had a diving v-neck cut and hugged her curves like crazy. Her rather humongous breasts did the rest of the work. She typically relied on at least a 50/50 split in votes earned by her sweater and ones earned by her awesome cleavage. Judging by the competition, that wouldn't be enough to guarantee her the victory this year. She had to take action.

First things first, she dipped into a tucked-away alcove and took off her bra, tossing it into the corner. Her heavy boobs wouldn't have quite the same pop without it, but it was cold enough that she knew her plump, hard nipples would be on clear display.

That gave her a little razzle, now she needed some dazzle.

She searched around for something, anything she could incorporate into her sweater to up the "ugly" factor. Aside from from pulling some ornaments from the tree and hooking them onto her protruding nipples (which she seriously considered) she couldn't find a damn thing in the reception hall. As slyly as possible, she snuck through a door marked "Employees Only" to see what she could find.

She found herself in a little storage/prep room. There wasn't much in there, but she noticed with excitement that there were a few small shakers of glitter sitting on a table. She recognized the bright silver and gold glitter flakes from the little signs posted beneath the food items in the reception hall. She looked around for some glue or anything sticky she could apply the glitter with but found nothing. She grabbed the two containers of glitter and snuck back out of the room.

It wasn't much, but she figured if she could get the glitter to stick on her sweater she'd at least have a fighting chance against Sofie. But without glue, how the hell was she going to manage it?

The idea struck her like a lightning bolt. Would it work? Could it work? She wasn't sure, but Cabo was on the line and she was willing to try anything.

She searched around the room, eventually find her prey: Donny from Accounts Payable. He'd helped her out before, hopefully he'd be willing to do it again.

"Donny, come with me," said Carol. She made it clear it wasn't a request, grabbing his arm and practically dragging him into the storage room.

"What the hell, Carol?" said Donny as she closed the door behind them.

"Shut up and take your pants off," she said. She grabbed some clean towels off the shelf and folded them up, then placed them on the floor to use as cushioning as she kneeled down in front Don. He laughed.

"What, you need me to do your reports again?" he asked. A few months ago Carol needed some work done so she could take a three day weekend and had given Donny a blowjob for taking care of it.

"No, I just need you to cum, and fast," she said, grabbing at the growing bulge in his pants to get him pumped up.

Carol had never been afraid to use sex as a tool to get what she wanted. Her insecurities made her grow up thinking she was never particularly "hot". For the longest time she didn't have the confidence to flaunt her fuller figure. Only after becoming sexually active had her self-confidence blossomed enough for her to realize that men found her incredibly sexy.

Donny didn't bother to ask any more questions and undid his belt, dropping his pants and boxers to his ankles.

Carol grasped Donny's dick and started pumping it in her hand. It was small to middling, at least in Carol's eyes. She had several vibrators and dildos at home and all were larger than Donny. Still, it was a nice enough cock and she could rely on Don to be a pretty quick shot, which was important since she had barely two hours before they'd announce the contest winner.

Even just using her hand, Carol could feel Donny tensing up, nearly ready to orgasm. She wet her lips and started sucking his cock a few inches deep. That was enough to push him over the edge.

Carol released his dick from her mouth and continued jerking it, carefully aiming the cumming cock at the parts of her chest covered by the sweater. Three or four hot spurts later, several strands of cum were strewn about the front of the garment.

"Shit, sorry about that," said Donny, seeing the mess he'd made.

"For what," said Carol absentmindedly. She got up and grabbed the gold glitter.

Donny's cum was rapidly soaking in to the fabric of the sweater so she had to act fast. She started shaking the shimmery gold specks onto the wet, sticky cum. To her relief, the desired effect had been achieved: the glitter was essentially glued in place on her sweater. The awkward "design" of the cumshot was notably garish, which was more or less what she was looking for.

However, she would need more. Much more.

Donny watched Carol's work with the glitter with confounded curiosity.

"What are you doing?" He asked, buckling his belt.

"Don't worry about it, just get out of here and tell Alejandro to come in here, pronto," said Carol.

Donny shrugged and left the room. Carol continued to admire her cum/glitter handiwork. This might actually work.

A couple minutes later Alejandro entered the room. Carol had fucked him at the company picnic so she knew he was a sure thing. What she didn't expect was for him to have brought someone else: another coworker named Luis. Carol's heart fluttered a bit. She had a serious work-crush on Luis and had been planning on making a move on him soon, just probably not this move.

"Hey uh, Donny said we should-," started Alejandro.

"Get your dicks out in the next ten seconds and everything Donny told you will come true," said Carol.

The guys looked at each other and laughed nervously, but got their pants off nonetheless. Carol got on her knees between the two men, reaching up to grasp their rapidly stiffening cocks. She was a little disappointed: Luis's dick was not nearly as big or nice as she had spent months fantasizing about. Oh well, she thought, at least this saved me some time finding that out.

Carol went to work, stroking both men to full mast. Alejandro's dick wasn't bad at least, she thought as she wrapped her lips around the head, sucking fervently for a minute before switching over to Luis.

"Damn, this is fucking hot," said Luis, placing his hand on the back of Carol's head while she slurped on his dick.

"Wait til you see her tits," said Alejandro.

He started to pull Carol's sweater up but she slapped his hand away.

"The sweater stays on," she said before turning back to suck Luis.

"Well can we see your ass then?" asked Alejandro.

Carol thought for a second but realized if nothing else, she didn't want to get any stray cum on her clean pants.

She stood up and unzipped. The men stared and masturbated as she turned her big, round butt toward them and slowly dropped her pants to reveal it. She was wearing a little black thong which she decided to leave on for now.

"Damn," said Luis, cupping her ass cheek in his hand and jerking off with the other, "Great ass."

"Damn right is," said Carol, abruptly dropping back to her knees to resume blowing the two men.

As she had with Donny, when Luis and Alejandro came she carefully aimed their cumshots at her sweater, making sure to get as much coverage as possible before pouring the silver and gold glitter onto the fresh loads of baby batter. If the two men found it strange, they didn't say anything.

"Tell your friends," said Carol, as the two men left the room.

The musk-laced aroma of the three men's cum saturating her sweater was wafting into her nostrils, making Carol horny. She could feel her pussy becoming slick and knew that if she kept this up she'd be in serious need of release herself. But she had to focus up; there'd be plenty of time to get fucked in Mexico in a few weeks. Right now, she had three more of her coworkers entering the storage room, ready to help her make the ugliest sweater in history.

For the next half-hour, Carol was a well-oiled (and increasingly cum and glitter covered) machine. One or two at a time, she'd gone through ten or so of her male coworkers and now men were coming in whom she didn't really recognize. Slowly she figured out that they were the husbands and boyfriends of her female coworkers. She grinned through a mouthful of hard dick when she saw Sofie's darling husband nervously enter the room. She tickled his asshole while she blew him and he came almost immediately. She had to spit some of his load onto her shoulder since he'd cum too fast for her to aim it all at her torso. She looked up at him, licking her lips as he zipped his pants and hustled out of the room.

Invigorated by getting one over on her rival, Carol knocked out the next five guys with ease. Checking out the sweater, it was looking just how she'd hoped: weird and ugly and off-putting, yet somehow totally sexy. She figured another couple loads and she'd be free to rejoin the party, a shoe-in to win her vacation time.

But here's the thing about offering free blowjobs at a party: you're gonna get a lot of takers.

She wasn't quite sure when it happened, but Carol looked up after finishing another couple of dicks and realized there was a line literally out the door waiting for their turn. The sweater was pretty much perfect and she didn't have too much glitter left anyway. She was getting ready to tell the waiting men to fuck off, but the tingle in her pussy was making it hard to think straight. She was sucking guys off two at a time and her pussy just kept getting slicker. When the next guy in line (Carol recognized him as her work-friend Jeanine's boyfriend) pulled down his pants a produced a nice, thick cock, she couldn't restrain herself anymore.

"Fuck me," she commanded, turning around and getting on all fours to wiggle her bountiful ass at him.

He was happy to oblige, kneeling behind her and peeling her soaked thong to the side. She reached back with both hands and spread herself open as he pushed his thick, pretty cock into her sopping wet hole with ease.

He fucked her for the next five minutes, during which Carol continued to blow more guys. She was a little frightened when Herb, the CEO, entered the room, but the little, old pervert just laughed and she was suckling his wrinkly old balls not a minute later.

Jeanine's boyfriend gave her a pair of good orgasms before pulling out and spilling a huge load onto the back of the sweater. At Carol's request, he sprinkled what remained of the glitter on there before heading back to find his girlfriend. CEO Herb nutted in her mouth and at his insistence she swallowed the old man's pungent load, figuring she'd score a few more points with him (and also aware she was out of glitter anyway).

She felt another guy, a heavy guy, kneel behind her and started poking his dick into her. It took her a moment to realize that whoever this guy was, his dick was fucking huge. Much bigger than Jeanine's boyfriend or any of the other pricks she'd sucked that evening. Hell, at the moment it felt like it might be the biggest she'd ever had. She wanted to turn around to find out who the phantom donger belonged to, but two more guys slapped their dicks onto her face.

"Yeah, suck it," said one of the new arrivals.

Carol glanced up, realizing she was about to start blowing two members of the waitstaff, which wouldn't have been so embarrassing had they not been dressed like North Pole elves for the party. As she grabbed the dicks protruding from their tight, green pants, she glanced over her shoulder and realized that not only was she about to give head to a couple of elves, but the huge cock working it's way into her pussy belonged to none other than Santa Claus. Or, at least, the guy her company had hired to play Santa.

She tried to focus on making the elves cum quickly, but it was difficult considering how well Santa was starting to fuck her with his big, fat cock. She thought back to when she'd seen him earlier at the party; she'd appreciated then that he wasn't just some dude with a stuffed suit and a fake beard. He actually looked the part shockingly well, with a lustrous white beard and a big gut. She hadn't imagined that the big gut would be resting on her ass while he pounded her with his epic cock, but getting fucked as well as he was fucking her excused all manner of things.

That included any remaining amount of discretion. Carol became aware that the few other men still in the room (whom she'd already serviced) were now laughing and taking video of her taking Santa and his elves at each end. She had to admit that it must have looked pretty funny, but she wasn't sure she could count on any of her male coworkers to keep the video to themselves.

But that would be a problem for another day. Right now, Santa was plowing her pussy rhythmically with his fat dick and she was about to cum all over it. She felt her pussy tighten and contract on the big knob as she experienced one of the hardest orgasms of her life, her mouth full of elf cock all the while.

The orgasm was so intense that she involuntarily flopped down on the floor, panting as her vision went blurry. She could feel hot spurts as the two elves jerked themselves onto her hair, face, chest, pretty much everywhere. In her blissful state, she didn't really care. She felt it was Santa pulled her up by the hips, grinding his huge cock between her full ass cheeks until he too released his wad, covering her ass in his gooey gift. By the time she regained her senses enough to sit upright, she was the only one left in the room.

She cleaned herself up as best she could. Santa and the elves has gotten a considerable amount of cum on her sweater and she had no glitter left to disguise it.

"Fuck it," thought Carol as she straightened out her clothes and strode confidently back into the party.

Her sweater felt soggy and heavy, laden with the contents of over a dozen men's balls. Many of the men were giving her knowing looks, but the women didn't seem to realize that anything was amiss. Carol got numerous comments about her sweater, even had some women touching the glittery parts in admiration. Carol tried to keep moving, worried that if she lingered too long someone would notice her smeared makeup, the drying cum streaking through her hair, or the powerful, musky aroma emanating from her cum-drenched garment.

When she saw that bitch Sofie, though, Carol couldn't resist giving her a big, long hug, winking at her suddenly skittish boyfriend as she walked away, hearing Sofie complain about being covered in glitter.

The moment finally arrived and CEO Herb went onstage to give his usual end of year speech and announce the winner of the ugly sweater contest. As expected, Carol's name was called and she beamed as she walked onstage past the sulking Sofie. Carol sidled up to Herb and he placed his arm around her waist.

"Let's give her all a big hand!" he said. The men in the room seemed particularly pleased with her victory.

Carol smiled and waved, next to Herb who did the same before leading her off the stage.

"So I really got the most votes, huh?" asked Carol. It was dawning on her that she'd been absent from the party way too long to have actually been the winner.

"Nope, not even close," he said, still smiling and waving at the crowd, "But I'd say you earned it."

He dropped his hand from her hip to her ass, giving it a hard squeeze. Carol couldn't help but laugh.

"Damn right I did," she said with a smile, "But can you do me one more favor?"

"Shoot," said Herb, his fingers delving into her ass crack.

"Can you tell me the name of the company we rented the Santa impersonator from?"

The End