Kaitlin Gags Over Christmas - Part 2

Lovely blonde Kaitlin had had so much fun getting to play with Blitzen the day before, she laughingly kept asking where all the other reindeer were. Surely, they too would want the same loving attention Kaitlin had given Blitzen and santa. We’ll never really know if she was joking or not. But we all observed how pleased she was kneeling under the huge animal, posing for pictures… and how delighted and proud she was every time we told her that her black pants looked even more deliciously tight and flattering every time she leaned into Blitzen’s nether region. And we weren’t going to take ANY chances at disappointing her. So, while she spent the rest of the day and evening, until past 11, on her knees servicing an endless line-up of appreciative men and swallowing litres of cum, all for charity, I was busy letting my fingers do the walking through the yellow pages, until I found what I was looking for, several miles out of town. Every so often, I’d pause from my phone calls and glance over at Kaitlin to admire her sweet little behind and the steady bobbing of her head, and smile. She deserved all the effort I was putting forth to arrange this little surprise for her… and more.

On the morning of Day #5, Kaitlin arrived at the front of the store at 7:30 feeling very excited. Once again, she’d been gifted with a whole new outfit, but this one was special. It included a white knitted top with, appropriately enough, Rudolph with his red nose on the front… this top was a kind of half sweater, reaching not quite to her belly button. She also was wearing extremely, extremely tight new, light blue 5-pocket Guess jeans with a chain belt… jeans that were so tight she had to really, really pull to get them on and zipper them up… and 3-inch black, spike heels. The room where she was staying had a full length mirror, and when she’d tried on this outfit before going to bed, she noticed that she looked more like a street prostitute than a TV reporter. She loved the top. She loved how her ass looked in jeans that went right up her crack. She loved the heels. In short, she LOVED the look. She’d once interviewed a real prostitute, named JoAnne, at a 24-hour blowjob marathon (JoAnne literally blew the competition away to win); and, since then, Kaitlin always had been a little bit jealous of how much fun JoAnne said she had working, having cock after cock shoved down her throat. Now Kaitlin was having the same fun, and wearing this outfit made it even better. So, this morning, she put on her nicest red satin panties under her jeans, finished dressing, and then spent more time than usual putting on extra make-up, so she’d really look the part of a professional street whore. She couldn’t wait to see our reactions.

As it turns out, we couldn’t wait to see hers, and catch it all on live TV. We filmed her as she arrived in front of the store. She was very pleased that everyone on TV would see her in her pretty, new outfit. But she wondered why all the cameras were there… until she saw our big surprise for her. She suddenly stopped, put both hands over her mouth, and froze. Our surprise for her was, well… kind of like a petting zoo set up in the front parking lot: two big kennels; one full, and the other empty. And what kind of animal filled the one kennel? Well… reindeer, of course!

Kaitlin couldn’t believe it. Even with her hands over her mouth, we could tell she was laughing hysterically… so hard, in fact, she literally was bent over. Hundreds of flashes went off, with everyone trying to capture nice pictures of Kaitlin’s ass in this bent-over position. Finally, she stood up and walked towards the pens. Still laughing, she counted the deer.

“Twelve?” She looked at me, as I came up to her. “Why twelve? Doesn’t Santa have eight reindeer?” And she gave me one of those innocent, big-eyed looks that only pretty girls can do. And then she asked why all the reindeer were in one kennel.

“Well…” I explained. “There’s Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen; that’s four; there’s Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen; that’s eight. Then there’s Rudolph; that’s nine.”

Kaitlin still looked at me with big, doe eyes, wondering how I possibly was going to explain the last three.

“And then there’s Larry, Curly and Moe, to keep you laughing,” I said, very pleased at my cleverness.

Kaitlin laughed.

“We’ll bring one in for you every hour on the hour,” I then explained, “so people who want to will know when to ‘tune in’. And after a deer has had his fun, we’ll put him in the other kennel, so we all can keep track.”

She shook her head. “You’re so BAD!” she scolded me. But then she jumped up and kissed me hard, right on the lips. While her tongue probed the inside of my mouth, my hands probed her ass. This went on for almost a minute. Finally, she broke free and told me I DEFINITELY deserved a blowjob. And then she sank to her knees, right there and then, to provide it. After she’d swallowed my load and I’d helped her up, I asked her which reindeer she wanted to start with today.

“Hmmmmm,” she pondered. “Comet,” she answered confidently after a few seconds.

“Hmmm,” I said. “Won’t he be happy!” And Kaitlin laughed.

Sure enough, about half an hour later, after Santa and a few others had received their attention, Comet was the first of Santa’s reindeers to be brought in, and Kaitlin noticed that he had a name tag hanging down, held there by a chain around his neck... Comet, it said.

“C’mere Comet,” she said playfully from her knees a moment later, as she pulled on his left hind leg to draw him a little closer to her. And, if her ass had looked sweet the day before with her leaning in and under the animal, man! Did it look hot today in those unbelievably tight jeans! Even with pockets in the back, these jeans were SO tight, her panty line again showed. She beamed with pride when everyone told her so.

“Hmm hmmmmm,” she said sweetly, thanking everyone.

Outside, it became a bit of a game. As the top of each hour approached, there was tremendous excitement, and people started calling out which reindeer they wanted brought in for Kaitlin next. All the deer had name tags around their necks. And Rudolph had red make-up on his nose.

At noon, those outside received a special treat when Kaitlin came outside to ‘play’ with Curly.

“Curly?” someone asked quizzically.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm,” Kaitlin explained, as best she could.

One guy, seeing what Kaitlin was wearing, asked her if she would consider ‘a little street prostitution on the side’ once all this was over.

“Hmm hmm (of course),” Kaitlin nodded without hesitation. ‘That would be fun!’ she thought to herself. She also thought that it was so sweet of this guy to tell her what a great little street whore she’d be!

Kaitlin ‘volunteered for charity’ until eleven p.m. again. Dasher and Dancer were the two lucky ones to be brought in twice, for the thirteenth and fourteenth hours.

Kaitlin was delighted when she arrived back on the morning of the 6th day and saw that her ‘twelve new friends’ were happily waiting for her again. Her ‘hooker look’ had been so popular the day before that she’d been told by the producer to wear tight jeans again (so she put on her dark navy blue ones again), this time with a cute red t-shirt with white letters she was handed at the door that read - Xmas Hooker 4 Hire - on the front over a different but equally flattering picture of her blowing Santa from the day before, wearing the really tight jeans. She laughed and quickly stripped her old sweater off and replaced it with her cute new t-shirt. She also wore red 3-inch spike heels and bright red lipstick. Guys already were lined up at 7:15. In the spirit of Christmas, Kaitlin gave them a real treat, kneeling right on the sidewalk to blow guys standing at the front of the line, now two at a time, since she knew that even Santa didn’t usually arrive until past eight. The people inside saw that she was having fun, so they let her continue until eight-thirty, when she swallowed her 7th and 8th loads and stood up, apologizing to everyone… “But come see me inside,” she pleaded.

Day #7, was to be another special day for Kaitlin. First of all, the day before, during a rare moment when her mouth was available for speech, rather than cock-sucking, Kaitlin had expressed to me the regret that she wouldn’t have time to go shopping herself to buy a cute new outfit for ‘Rudolph and the boys’, since she thought they’d like it. Comet, in particular, couldn’t keep his nose off her ass as she kneeled facing his hind end, continuously turning his head stretching his neck out to reach it as Kaitlin worked under him. Of course, I would do anything for Kaitlin. So, just after eleven, after Kaitlin had finished off her day, ironically enough, doing Comet for the second time, I surprised her by telling her that I’d arranged for her to have free access to a great new store that specialized in jeans and young women’s ware. Kaitlin kissed me right on the lips. It took almost two hours, with her repeatedly twirling around and staring at her bum in the mirror as she modeled new jeans and heels, and asking me if she thought Rudolph and Co. would like this one. But finally, she found several pairs of pants and jeans and several tops that the store manager told her she just could have (she blew him, of course), including another pair of five-pocket dark stretch blue jeans, as tight and even a bit sluttier than her other pair, with white trim, a shiny wide, white belt (she thought the deer liked contrasting light and dark colors), a cute white and light blue sweater and white heels.

“Do you really think they’ll like this outfit?” she asked me, earnestly concerned whether the deer would like her new outfit as she wore it home.

“Let’s try it out,” I suggested to her. Since we were downtown anyway, a couple of turns and I was on the main thorough-fair for street whores. I stopped the car and told Kaitlin to try standing on the corner to see if any Johns would stop to pick her up. Nervously, but excitedly, she did as told; and I drove around the block to get back to a parking spot I’d just passed so I could watch. I arrived just in time to see Kaitlin bending over talking to a driver; Man! Those jeans looked AMAZING with that white belt! When she saw me, she flashed me an anxious half-smile, half-grimace and then hurried around to the passenger side of the John’s car to climb in; through the other car’s rear window, I saw Kaitlin glance back at me again as the car sped off. When she returned, fifteen minutes later, she was smiling, ear to ear, and waved at me. But she went back to the sidewalk to wait for another car. As it turns out, the next car had 3 black guys in it, with their radio blaring. But Kaitlin didn’t hesitate to climb in. She worked ‘til three-thirty, never waiting more than a minute or two between tricks, and couldn’t stop talking as I drove her ‘home’ about how much fun she’d had (especially when she’d had to kneel with three big black guys encircling her and blow them all at once), and how she couldn’t wait to ‘work a full shift’. By now, home was a nice hotel room the station had arranged for her, right downtown, so she could be at work every day, bright and early, through Christmas Eve.