Kaitlin Gags Over Christmas - Part 2

Of course, Jo and Sandy helped handle the horses, so all three girls had fun.

On Monday, Kaitlin proudly dressed like a hooker again, an image she now just couldn’t shake. In addition to the original picture of her blowing Santa, we now also were giving away (you could have one or the other) a cute picture of her in those amazingly tight jeans she’d been given, her red Xmas Hooker 4 Hire t-shirt (tucked in), a red belt and red 3-inch spikes, kneeling to deep throat a bad-ass looking biker, who wore torn jeans, a black vest, boots, and multiple chains, and who sported many tattoos on his humungous arms… but who also wore a white beard and Santa’s hat. In this fun 8 x 11, Kaitlin’s nose was pushed all the way into this somewhat overweight biker’s belly, he held her head firm with his two huge hands, and her eyes had a slight (feigned) look of panic as they turned helplessly towards the camera. And, of course, we also gave away free smaller pix of her with all the reindeer (your choice which one).

And, as luck would have it, more and more bikers were seeing that great picture of Kaitlin blowing the biker and were coming in to get their own personal photo. When about 50 motorcycles pulled up outside the store at about 10 a.m., people moved aside. The bikers were coming through… all for Kaitlin. As each biker came in, he wheeled his bike in with him, so it would be in the photo too. The group even brought one their own photographer to take pictures of Kaitlin. Apparently, in addition to appearing with Chester on the cover of a major equestrian magazine, she also now was going to be on every cover at least three monthly Biker Magazines. Robin Hood really had come through for her, hadn’t he?

As luck would have it, Day 11, December 23rd, was the day that the city’s police officers traditionally donated a huge allotment of toys they had collected to the Christmas drive. Usually, this happened at City Hall, where the mayor himself would be on hand to thank them. But, this year, he decided to make a last minute change. And the police officers and the weather both responded beautifully. Kaitlin, JoAnne and Sandy arrived at the toy store - Kaitlin in her working slut attire, JoAnne in another red satin panty suit, and Sandy in her black pants - to find another unseasonably warm day, dry pavement in the parking lot, and more than 120 policemen and their horses waiting for them. In fact, the city only had about 25 mounted police, who mostly were ceremonial; but a spirit-of-the-season collaborative agreement between City Hall, the Police Station, several generous local sponsors and four nearby stables arranged for each officer to have a horse that day… as a special holiday treat for our girls. Kaitlin, Jo and Sandy spent from 7:30 a.m. to just past three thanking each male officer and every horse personally for their generosity and dedication to service. The three girls had fun racing with each other, and seeing how pretty each looked with each and every horse. And, of course, they all had favourites. Kaitlin’s all time favourite was a huge, chestnut brown stallion jokingly named ‘Tiny’, who was anything but. He also rewarded Kaitlin with an almost 20 second continuous swallow at the end. Kaitlin drank more cum in those 7 1/2 hours than she ever had imagined possible. But she was a little sorry when the last horse was done, and made the Chief Officer promise, promise, promise to arrange another event early in January so Kaitlin could service every one of the horses that came today (and hopefully several more) all by herself. Happily, on this day we still had a long line-up of horny men and 12 reindeer to keep her and the other girls busy until quitting time. Kaitlin remained committed to 150 male customers blown, and all three girls kept bobbing their head ferociously until well past midnight.

Christmas Eve Day came much too soon for Kaitlin. She couldn’t believe that this was her last day, and already was making plans in her head for next year. We knew she would be a bit sad, so we did everything we could to make this day extra special for her.

“Remember how you wanted to blow 150 on your last day?” Santa told her quietly as she blew him, perhaps symbolically kneeling there in the same outfit she’d worn on her first day.

“Hmm hmm,” she nodded, Santa’s now very-familiar cock in her mouth.

“And how we’ve been handing out 120, then 130 and then 140 numbers to guys to reserve for you?”

“Hmm hmm,” she nodded with interest.

“Well…,” Santa said slowly. “The mayor has given the store permission to stay open tonight… until we are done… even if that spills over into Christmas.”

“Hmm hmm?” Kaitlin asked, starting to get excited.

“And so we handed out 250 numbers.”

“Hmm hmmmmmmm!” Kaitlin exclaimed excitedly.

“You can sleep a bit if you need too, and take breaks as you need.”

Kaitlin shook her head. Other than to pee, she wanted to keep going.

“But we’re going to make sure you have an AMAZING Christmas,.” She was told.

“Hmm hmm,” she said. “Hmm hmm,” she thanked the camera crew and the store manager.

“Merry Christmas Kaitlin!” we all said.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm!” she returned, beaming.

Kaitlin worked tirelessly all Christmas Eve, through the night and through Christmas Day until the wee hours of December 26th. She worked with such fervour that she had played with all Santa’s crew and had blown 150 men by about 8:30 on Christmas Eve. It was 5:30 a.m. when she swallowed her 250th human load; but we didn’t tell her. We just let her keep going. We even gave guys used number cards to hold while she blew them, so she’d think she still had ‘a ways to go’. But, after the number 197 showed up for the third time, she cued in and scolded us playfully.

“How many really?” she asked excitedly, one of the few times her mouth had been available to enunciate anything intelligible in 10 days.

“We passed 300 a couple of hours back,” I told her at around noon Christmas Day, Cupid just having been moved into final position. I paused to watch her bum as she leaned in and under Cupid, as she’d done so many times over the past few days. “Do you want to stop?” I asked her.

She slowly tilted her head back towards my voice. “Hmm hmmm,” she shook her head adamantly, her mouth suddenly full again.

We decided that, since it was Christmas after all, perhaps we should bring in homeless men from the shelter again. Kailtin heartily agreed.

“Hmm hmmm!” she nodded.

“How many can you handle? You must be tired.”

“Hmm hmmm,” she shook her head vigorously. “Hmm hmm hmmmmm hmm,” she told us, motioning with one hand to bring them all in.

“There’s 150 beds and the place is full, Kate,” I cautioned her. “Are you sure you want them all?”

“Hmm hmmm,” she nodded, now really getting into Cupid.

She blew me last, after having given blowjobs to more than 500 men over 2 days and just over 1600 blowjobs in 11 days. She’d blown me dozens of times over this time, but the last one was the sweetest, as she was in no hurry.

Over that time, between the donations for blowjobs, the sale of t-shirts and concessions, the donations from businesses, the donations given by those 40 or so cheerleaders who worked so hard on that second Saturday, the sale of videos, and the sale of rights to the other stations, Kaitlin (helped by her elves) raised over $250,000 for charity. The store obviously couldn’t match this… they’d done so much for Kaitlin and the Toy Drive already; but they chipped in $10,000 in free toys.

On January 4th, the brain trust met together to plan for the next year. Obviously, they were going to do this again. They turned to Kaitlin’s boss at the station… me… and asked me if I thought Kaitlin would be willing to start on the Monday after Thanksgiving, to turn 10 days into a month.

“With no preparation at all, Kaitlin raised a quarter million,” one said. “With publicity and planning, we could raise more than a million, and be able to help other charities too,” another reasoned.

I rubbed my chin. I knew how hard Kaitlin had worked those 11 days, and I knew what she would say to this proposal. Plus, I knew that she’d already started prostituting herself on the street, two nights weekly, just so she could donate money herself to charity next Christmas, rather than just ‘having all the fun’ herself.

“She’d be delighted!” I laughed. “Can you get Santa and the reindeer that early?”

Since January 4th was a Friday, that evening I drove downtown, where I knew Kaitlin would be working. She had been gifted with several pairs of skin-tight jeans and sexy spike heels now, and, of course, she was dressed appropriately. I spotted her getting out of a car, waving happily to the two men she’d just serviced.

She was in a rush to get to her next car, so I really had to stress to her how important my news was.

She waited a bit impatiently (Johns were waiting) while I gave her a little background about what had been said at the meeting. How much she’d raised; how much it had helped, blah, blah, blah. But when I got to the part about her working about 30 days instead of 10, she looked at me stunned. But then she squealed with excitement and kissed me! But then she stopped, and I could tell that her reporter’s mind already was plotting.

“Thanksgiving’s in late November,” she remembered. “Why don’t I start November 1st, the day after Halloween?” she offered hopefully. “That’s when they start all the Christmas sales, and it would give me… us… three extra weeks.”

“It would be twenty-five extra days, next year,” I smiled, seeing right through her.

I told her I was certain I could arrange starting at Halloween, “if not before. I’m sure the local merchants and radio stations will play along and start their Christmas push a wee bit early.”

Again, she looked hopeful.

“But we won’t do it 7 days a week until Thanksgiving, so you can still have your weekends to work the streets,” I suggested, not wanting to overwhelm her with non-stop blowjobs for almost two whole months. But then concern spread across her face.

“But I only work as a prostitute in the evenings; cars don’t usually start arriving until about 10 or so,” she said. “And it’s usually too slow on Sundays. And aren’t weekends the best times for people to come to the mall? And that Saturday fair thing in the back parking lot was so much fun! Those high school girls raised lots of money too, didn’t they? And if we’re doing more advertising, won’t our expenses be higher?” I could tell she would have gone on and on.

“I get it! I get it!” I laughed. “Okay, young lady!” I pointed sternly at her. “Starting some time in mid to late October through the twelve days of Christmas, you’re on your knees, 8 a.m. to 11 p.m., seven days a week, so every guy and his dog can pork your little throat! And I’ll personally drive you downtown after work on Friday and Saturday nights and make you do tricks until 3.”

“The twelve days of Christmas?” she asked, quizzically, her eyes hopeful.

“Why not?” I asked. “People usually are still off from work. It’s still technically the Christmas season. You worked through Christmas Day last year. And those twelve days can give us all the money we need for the next year.” Playing her own little game, I was prepared to go on and on.

“No, no!” Kaitlin said, happily. “I think it’s a wonderful idea!” She clearly was extremely delighted by what I’d just said. That would be through January?” She thought about it. “January 5th?”

I nodded. “Which is a Friday… so we’ll work you through the 7th.”

She squealed happily again. She couldn’t wait for October and all the fun to start again.

“You think starting in October will work?” she asked, unsure and a bit concerned.

“Sure,” I said confidently. “We’ll get the TV stations all to advertise what we’re doing; the merchants will certainly all be on board; and we’ll even get the radio stations playing Christmas music. Hell! You see Easter eggs in stores the day after Valentine’s Day!” I nodded. “Maybe we won’t bring Santa in until later. But there’s no reason you can’t be put to work early.” I smiled broadly and nodded again. “Hey! We’ll just advertise that it’s your personal quest to earn $1,000,000 for toys. We won’t even figure in merchandising and stuff. One million just from blowjobs. We could even start in September. We can call it our ‘100 Day Countdown to Christmas’, and start, what, on September 15th. We’ll advertise it as every man in town’s civic duty to personally ram his big dick all the way down your little throat.”

Kaitlin laughed and clapped her hands.

“It’ll work,” I said. And then I pointed at her sternly again. “And so will your little mouth, young lady. Non-stop for almost four full months. The station even will put it in your contract so you can’t squirm out of it.”

Kaitlin laughed happily. There was NO WAY she’d even try to squirm out of all the fun I had planned for her! She thanked me over and over, and then gestured to a honking car that she’d be right along.

I also told her I was sure the station could find all sorts of other fun events for her to do in the meantime… 24-hour blowjob marathons on Valentines Day and July 1st, mounted police officer conventions, and maybe some longer event, maybe several days over March Break (maybe the whole 10 days), and so on. Best of all, I told her that, yes, I’d make sure that Santa AND all twelve reindeer would be there in the fall, as early as possible and certainly starting right after Thanksgiving… “Hell! Even if Santa isn’t there, we’ll have to have the reindeer there on Saturdays and maybe even Sundays for the petting zoo, starting in September”… and she was again ever so thankful. She quickly kissed me again, this time full on the lips. Feeling her tongue in my mouth, I reached down with my hand to fondle her wonderful little bum. It felt so nice! And then I felt her hand fondling mine. And I knew that I’d be getting another amazing blowjob from Kaitlin, probably tomorrow if I stopped by her place.

But then she was off, waving at me and smiling ear to ear, her cute little bum bouncing like a beach ball as she skipped off to do her next trick.