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The British prime minister shuffled up to the lectern as the cameras went live. He was once described as being like a dishevelled blond orangutang. Tonight that description seemed apt.
A last-minute news conference had been called on the Saturday before Christmas. All across the country, people were looking forward to a brief respite from the lockdowns. They had been promised five days of freedom by the orangutang.
They weren't going to get it.
The Coronavirus had mutated and now there were thousands of confirmed new cases every day. London was being hit particularly badly. Instead of five days of freedom now they were going to get none. Christmas was cancelled. There was to be no visiting, no mingling, and no unnecessary travel. People were given six hours' notice to leave London.
This announcement was like a collective gut punch. The younger staff, in particular, took it very hard. Quickly they were not going to be allowed to go home to spend Christmas with their families.
Blah, blah blah, the orangutang droned on with the same complacent platitudes that had caused the deaths of over 60000 people. Blah, blah blah, Britain, great, Churchill, blah blah blah
A TV newsroom is a place where it pays to be tough and resilient, the people who work in them are used to being and hearing the very worst.
For the last few years, in addition to my work role, I had voluntarily taken on an unofficial role as both a mentor and a father figure for some of the younger staff. Particularly those who were living in London for the first time and also dealing with the sometimes brutal reality of a competitive work environment.
It was a role that I gladly took on as it had distracted me from my disintegrating marriage and acrimonious divorce. I found that I much preferred the company of young enthusiastic people to that of an embittered, joyless mistake. At no time did I ever cross a line with any of them. It was a relationship built upon trust.
I sensed that a few of my colleagues were upset and anxious about the news they had just broadcast. As soon as I finished my handover I gathered them all together, socially distanced around a long table. I let them talk. I tried to reassure and I said I was always available to them. I hoped I was able to make it easier.
Two young women in particular realised that there was now no way they were going to be able to get home at all. Like me, they had volunteered for the early shift on Christmas morning.
After my divorce, I had managed to keep my house. My daughter was serving in the RAF and was currently posted to a station in the far north of Scotland. She relished the opportunity to have somewhere to come to in London when she was on leave. My son was spending Christmas in Ireland with his girlfriend and her family.
I had the house to myself. Although it was a technical breach of the lockdown rules I offered my colleagues the use of my spare rooms. I figured it was acceptable because it was better for their mental health than to be alone in a deserted shared house or small flat.
They both gladly accepted. We made plans to have a great Christmas lunch after we finished work.
The days that followed were wonderful, my house was once again filled with the sounds of music and laughter. We all drank far too much and laughed more and relaxed with each other.
I’m a decent guy, but I make no claim to being a saint. One morning I opened the washing machine to find it full of some very flimsy lingerie. I was cool about it but very very turned on. I wondered whether it belonged to Natasha or Vikki.
I’m also a light sleeper and I’m convinced that one night I heard Natasha masturbating after all three of us had watched a film together that had contained some pretty raunchy sex scenes. I tried settling and tried to ignore the noise of her pleasure but in the end, gave in, threw back the covers, and wanked until I came. That felt good.
Christmas Eve was wonderful, we enjoyed a gammon with all the trimmings and again too much red wine. We prepared the turkey and veg for tomorrow because I planned to use the oven timer and start it cooking while we were at work.
We all went to our beds, separately but I did enjoy a proper kiss with both women. We needed to be up before five am.
Christmas morning was hectic but we were all organized people. It was lovely to catch glimpses of both Natasha & Vikki wrapped in towels as they left the shower. I was amazed that both of these attractive confident women who were aged twenty-seven and twenty-nine, had not yet found loving partners.
I prepared everything for our Christmas lunch and then took the last shower. We were ready to leave at 05:15. I drove us all to work. We wore face masks and were as distanced as possible in my car. We had our temperatures taken at the gate and all passed. The look the security guard gave me as I drove in with these two women was priceless.
We quickly settled into our social distanced workstations and logged on ready for the day ahead. Christmas day in any newsroom can sometimes be quite challenging to find anything to report on. This year we were spoilt for choice. One advantage of having an entirely useless government run by a lazy orangutang supported by a cabinet of clueless third rate morons.
It quickly became apparent that this year we would need to decide what to leave out, there was so much news to report.
The bulletin when it went out just after one pm was a triumph an accurate portrayal of a country being overwhelmed by a virus. There were pictures and interviews with those front-line staff who were doing their very best. That there were no pictures of any government ministers pretending to be interested told its own story.
The bulletin got signed off by the boss. All that would need to happen for later ones was that they be updated with fresh pictures. Unless anything happened. We left for my home leaving the skeleton shift manning the slimmed-down newsroom.
I had started the oven via an app on my phone mid-morning. Now using the geo-fencing network I had installed I was able to start the cooker and turn on the fire.
The house looked welcoming when we arrived. The Christmas lights, the fire, and the aroma of the turkey made it so. We all went upstairs and changed into more relaxing attire. When my guests came back downstairs I had chilled champagne ready.
The afternoon was sublime, with good food, good company, champagne, and chilled dry white wine.
After we had cleared everything away Natasha and Vikki made calls and video calls to their families. It was important to still feel connected during this difficult year. My son called me from Ireland to tell me he was having a great time. My daughter used WhatsApp because she was spending her Christmas day in the control tower of the RAF station she was posted to in northern Scotland. It would be her who would send the Typhoon jets into the air if anything untoward happened. Word cannot express how proud of them both I was.
Natasha was the first to come back in and I made room for her on the big sofa. Vikki joined us soon afterwards and we had an enjoyable late afternoon watching non-work TV. However, it soon became obvious that in addition to our large Christmas dinner accompanied by wine and champagne. We had all got up before 4 am for our shift. Christmas day was coming to an end for all three of us.
I was the first to call it a day, I had a hot shower and headed to bed. I heard the shower start a couple of times after that so I assumed that Natasha and Vikki were not far behind me.
I got into bed and quickly fell asleep. Shortly before midnight, I was woken by somebody joining me under the duvet. As I struggled to comprehend what was going on Natasha put her fingers to her lips before kissing me. She was naked.
My head was full of all kinds of thoughts about workplace ethics, professional standards, and boundaries. That was until Natasha’s hand found my cock. I surrendered.
Our lovemaking was intense and passionate. Natasha was lithe and athletic. She clearly knew what she wanted and how she was going to get it. Natasha straddled me and my cock sank quickly into her wet smooth pussy. Her tits were in my face as she rode me. I just let go and began energetically fucking her, pushing up into her from my hips.
Apart from a couple of one-night stands after my divorce, I had not had sex for a couple of years certainly nothing like what was happening to me now. Natasha pushed down hard and with her right hand on her clit brought herself to a noisy climax. I enquired if it was okay if I came inside her. She said that was what she wanted. She had taken the necessary precautions.
We collapsed into my bed and lay in each other arms panting.
That was when the door opened and Vikki came in. She asked if we had been fucking and as there was little point in denying it we just lay there. Vikki could see the fresh cum leaking from Natasha’s pussy. She pulled off her t-shirt to reveal an equally athletic naked body and joined us in the bed. I put my arms around her and kissed her lips. It was clear that she expected more.
Sex has always invigorated me and tonight I was glad that despite the lockdown I had managed to stay fit while the gyms were closed. For a man of my age, I was in alright shape.
The sight of two naked beauties half my age in my bed had the desired effect and I saw my cock harden. Vikki taking it in her mouth ensured that I would soon be ready for round two.
I withdrew my cock from Vikki’s mouth and asked her to get on her knees with her face in the pillow and her bum raised up. She agreed without hesitation and I sank my stiff cock into her also wet shaved pussy. I had always loved doggy style and Vikki appeared to have no problem as I thrust into her from behind. I looked up to see that Natasha was lying on her back with her legs spread openly masturbating. This wanton display of uninhibited lust just drove me wild and I drove into Vikki even harder.
As I fucked Vikki, I noticed that she was reaching behind with her hand and stroking her clit. Because I had already cum a few minutes ago I was in no danger of releasing a second load. I was able to slow down my thrusting but continued to push my cock deeply into Vikki.
She loved this and I felt her tense up as her release approached. Her orgasm was massive and noisy and then she slumped forward onto the bed. My cock slipped out of her tight pussy.
I stood admiring these two gorgeous young women naked in my bed. There was no doubt that 2020 had been a truly awful year, but here I was in good company. The best bit was that none of us were expected to work for the next two days. None of us could travel anywhere, nothing was open.
As far as I was concerned the orangutang could lock me down with these beauties for as long as he wanted.
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