Kaitlin Gags Over Christmas - Part 2

So I knew that Day #7 was going to be special for Kaitlin. But the day also was special because a very kind business had donated a large sum of money to allow Kaitlin to blow any homeless men who wanted a bit of Christmas cheer. Several showed up, and they all were brought to the front of the line and given to Kaitlin (rather than one of the pretty elves who still helped to handle the load). It was a real feel-good story when Kaitlin lovingly blew an 68-year old man who had been homeless for years. But, through the day, she blew many. She was working so much faster now, with all the practice she was getting. Where on her first day she struggled to blow 4-5 an hour; now, even with her on-the-hour visits from Santa’s sleigh crew, she usually swallowed loads from 10 men every hour. Some went really quickly, being so excited by everything that it was one-two-three pumps and Kaitlin’s mouth was being deluged. Some took as long as 6 or 7 minutes. But Kaitlin definitely had found a talent.

And, as for her new outfit, everyone commented how much she looked like ‘a perfect little slut’, and she was very pleased. Best of all, the deer all seemed to LOVE her new jeans and that bright white belt. Kait started by twirling around in front of them to fashion her new outfit. A couple of the deer were so excited by the jeans that the actually became a bit aggressive, using their nose against Kailin’s waist, back and bum to steer her back to their hind end and down to her knees where she belonged. Several were hard before Kait’s mouth had done anything. She said they even seemed to give her more to swallow at the end. Yum!

By now, we had perfected our routine for giving Kaitlin her allotment of men. We worked it now by handing out numbers to all the men in line, with the first 120 automatically assigned to Kaitlin, roughly 10 per hour plus one of the reindeer. She committed herself to finishing them all before she left each evening. And her goal for Days 10 through 12 was to blow at least 150 each day, just counting the men. This goal became especially important to her when two highly-respected local prostitutes showed up to join in the fun - JoAnne (who’d won the 14-hour blowjob marathon), and another beautiful blonde girl named Sandy, who worked part-time at the information desk of a local bank during the and at least 5 nights a week as a prostitute.

Of course, JoAnne showed up in one of her patented ‘panty suits’, suitably coloured for the Christmas season – a red half-sweater reaching to her belly button, red satin bikini panties, and red 2 ˝ inch spike heels. And Sandy showed up in one of her many pairs of black, front-pleated, 2-pocket dress pants, which she always wears, along with a red buttoned blouse, red spiked shoes, red satin bikini panties under her pants, and one of her patented belts – a red ribbon wrapped once around her waist, and tied in a bow over her right hip. With just Kaitlin and her two elves (girls who worked at the store who had been asked to pitch in), we had been shooting to have the girls service 250+ men per day, assuming that Kaitlin would blow 120, and the two other girls about 60 to 70 each. But, with JoAnne and Sandy joining in, suddenly we set our sites on about 550, assuming that Jo could easily blow at least 160, and Sandy 140 or so. Of course, all three of these girls wanted to play with each and every reindeer, so they all were very pleased; as was Santa, who was blown at least twice daily by each girl (including the two elves). It was quite a site every hour on the hour seeing Kaitlin in her hooker jeans, JoAnne in her satin panties, and Sandy in her black pants and ribbon belt, all kneeling in a row under a reindeer and pumping away. Man! Those three girls’ asses looked sweet! Because Sandy’s pants only had pockets in the front, every time she bobbed forward into her animal’s groin, two wonderful things happened: one, the lines of her bikini panties showed; and two, the soft material of her black pants crinkled a little bit, which was very sexy to see. The first time Sandy was rewarded for her efforts, she suddenly just stopped bobbing back and forth, and as I watched her ass no longer moving, I knew that this lucky blonde was receiving a creamy mouthful to swallow.

Day #8 was another Saturday, and the weather was unseasonably warm, all the snow having melted from the roads and sidewalks, though still a very pretty coating covered the grass. So we moved Santa and Kaitlin outside and created a big fair-like atmosphere in the huge back parking lot. The city generously donated free street-side parking to let us do this, albeit only after we laughingly (but earnestly) promised that Kaitlin would blow the mayor and all the council members after Christmas was over. Hearing this later, Kaitlin happily agreed.

A third’ larger pen was set up for the reindeer, where free reindeer rides were available for those light and small enough. A booth was set up to sell t-shirts; guys tended to want to buy the t-shirt with Kaitlin blowing Santa; but young women lined up en masse to buy the ‘Xmas Hooker 4 Hire’ shirts, and soon both were being worn by almost everyone. Fifteen cheerleaders in tight jeans who were from a local high school (all with ‘proof’ they were eighteen) bought those Hooker 4 Hire shirts, tucked them in so they didn’t hide their cute little bums, and then commandeered a large corner of the parking lot, so they too could give blowjobs to raise money for charity. By the early afternoon, two rival schools had similar teams at work elsewhere in the parking lot. One team actually wore their cheerleading outfits, proudly showing off the bright red satin bikini panties they were wearing underneath their skirts to suit the Christmas season (some of the girls eventually removed their skirts to show their panties completely).

Santa was up on one stage; and Kaitlin, JoAnne, Sandy and two elves on another. Christmas music played loudly. At times, it seemed as if the five girls’ heads bobbed in perfect unison as they plunged into and out of the crotches before them. When darkness fell, Kaitlin got to try a little street prostitution fun, as we set it up a little corner for her on the street where guys lined up in their cars to ‘pick her up’; then they’d drive her to a well-lit part of the parking lot about 100 feet away, where the camera crews and spectators waited to capture all the excitement. After swallowing, Kaitlin would walk back to ‘her spot’ to be picked up again. The process was a little slower, but ‘Johns’ all were asked to contribute at least $40 for Kaitlin, Jo’s or Sandy’s services.

We all had a laugh when a mounted policeman showed up on a humungous horse. Kaitlin finished the ‘John’ she was blowing and then just stared upwards, in awe, wondering what was going to happen next. Luckily, the policeman was a real nice guy and very supportive of prostitution. But, even more fun was that, him having seen Kaitlin with the reindeer on television, he just pulled his horse up to Kaitlin right where he knew the horse should be. Kaitlin laughed, but she couldn’t possibly say ‘No’ to a man in blue. Her only concern was that this event, with a horse, would be caught on live television. I told her just to wait a second while I rounded up the crew, who were just a few feet away taking a break. It took less than one minute to have Kaitlin back on the air, live, so she could start.

“Hmm hmmm,” she thanked me when I squatted down to take a few close-up pictures of my own and told her that she was live on at least 15 local and regional stations.

This horse was HUGE. Kaitlin thought it was hilarious that she actually could kneel directly under the animal without bumping her head. But he was HUGE in another way as well. Yes, being with a horse was VERY different from either man or deer. First of all, as much as she had to stretch for a deer or a big man, she REALLY had to open her mouth as wide as she could with this big fella. Second, because of that thickness, there was no way to stuff any more than the first five or so inches into her mouth; no deep throating this thing (which saddened her a bit, because it would have been fun to see how far he could go). Third, because of this, both her hands were put to work, constantly stroking the animal’s length. She still bobbed her head back and forth, a bit, but it was more like her hands pulling him back and forth in her mouth than anything else. Later, when she really started to get thirsty for her reward, her mouth just firmly held the tip… and her hands really worked him. Finally, because of the horse’s length, Kaitlin actually could kneel next to the animal and still easily reach. The photographers and reporters loved this, as they could squat down right next to her to get amazing close-ups, and even interview her with a microphone. Of course, her responses all were the same… “Hmm hmm. Hmm hmm. Hmm…” The length also mean that she could turn her head better towards the camera than she could with either men or deer, so we had her eyes darting everywhere, from one camera to the next to the next. We kept her almost as busy as the horse. All in all, we managed to get some wonderful pictures and TV coverage of her. Everyone wanted pictures of Kaitlin with her new friend, and there was renewed excitement all around.

At one point, someone kidded Kaitlin that the next time she had a microphone in her hand, she was probably going to stuff it in her mouth. Kaitlin scolded him by wagging her finger (“Hmm hmm hmm hmm,” she said, playfully). Someone else kidded her that it was like a midnight snack at a fast food place (rumours of horse meat abound), and, even with her mouth full, Kaitlin could hardly stop laughing. Either because of the bad joke or Kaitlin’s prolonged pause in activity, or both, the horse snorted his disapproval, so Kaitlin had to resume her back and forth head-bobbing with gusto to appease him.

She was so, so pleased. And so were her mom and dad, who happened to have stayed up late to watch their little girl on TV, and who then called her cell phone, which I was holding for her, to tell her how proud they were of her, and how she’d always been afraid of horses as a little girl. Kaitlin obviously couldn’t talk, but I relayed her delight at hearing from them.

“She says ‘Hmmm hmmm hmmm!’” I told them, and they both laughed.

Best of all, all cameras were trained right on Kaitlin’s mouth when it started to fill up with the fruits of all her dedicated work. As soon as Kaitlin got the first taste on her tongue, she really became vigorous with both her hands, trying to milk as much out as possible. Everyone was so proud of her, seeing how hard and long she worked for every last drop (she kept milking the horse for at least 15 or twenty seconds before swallowing). “It was like holding a cup or two of slimy, bitter milk in my mouth,” she said later. She couldn’t wait to do it again.

We closed down at 11. But, caught up in all the excitement, Kaitlin had me drive her back to that same hooker corner downtown, so she could resume the previous night’s fun. She did seven or eight actual tricks (all blowjobs) before she returned to my car at around 4. She was smiling ear to ear and couldn’t wait to work the streets again, once the Christmas rush was over. None of the guys had recognized her from TV, so they all thought she was a ‘real prostitute’; she was VERY proud of this. Her favourite trick happened after she got into a van with five big black guys and ended up kneeling and blowing all of them at once. This was even better than blowing three at once, and something she definitely wanted to do again… and again and again and again.

Since the ninth day was the Sunday before Christmas, we started up after churches got out, at around 11. Kaitlin cast off her ‘hooker-look’ for the day. Coming straight from church, she returned to the store wearing her formal black pants, 2-inch heels and a pretty green sweater she’d been given. For some strange reason, all the police officers who worked that day to maintain order outside arrived on horseback. Kaitlin thought they were very sweet, and happily fit them and their horses into her early afternoon schedule. We, of course, made sure there was a clean blanket next to each horse, so Kaitlin wouldn’t get the knees of her black pants dirty. And Kaitlin tried, as best she could, to swallow everything so nothing got on her clothes. Kaitlin asked me to take some nice pictures of her to send to her Mom, so she could share them with her church women’s group, who might not have approved of Kaitlin’s hooker look, but certainly would think Kait looked very nice in this more formal outfit. We even selected the prettiest horse for these pictures, a beautiful chestnut-colored stallion named ‘Chester’. I took over fifty pictures of Kaitlin kneeling under Chester, repeatedly telling Kaitlin how pretty and sweet she looked.

“Hmm hmm?” she asked, nervously. She wanted to look nice for her Mom.

The cutest thing that happened with Chester was when Chester’s owner gave Kaitlin his police hat to wear. Repeatedly, Chester’s swishing tail would knock it off, which everyone thought was very funny. We finally did get a really nice pose of Kaitlin wearing the hat, looking straight into the camera, with Chester as deep into Kaitlin’s mouth as she possibly could stuff him. Everyone wanted a picture of that pose, so Kaitlin had to endure the gagging for several minutes. But, of course, she didn’t mind, especially when one of those pictures ended up taking up the entire front page of Monday’s newspaper – showing everything from Kaitlin’s nice heels and cute butt (angled toward the camera) to her lovely face, lovingly wrapped around Chester as she turned her head to peer happily into the camera. Underneath was the cute heading - Looking Her Sunday Best – underneath. And she did. Just before this picture, she’d brushed the seat of her black pants again to make sure there was no lint, and had carefully tidied her make-up in a little mirror we had handed down to her. The bright red lipstick she was wearing really looked nice, highlighting her lips beautifully as they held the horse.