Television reporters especially have a reputation for butting their nose too deep into other people’s private business. This is a happy Christmas story of how a pretty rookie TV reporter named Kaitlin gets to bump her nose, again and again and again, deep into the hairy bellies of hundreds of horny men.

It all happened on a Saturday morning, thirteen days before Christmas, at a robbery. It was not quite 9 a.m., just before opening at a big local toy store, where they had been having a big fund drive to raise money to buy toys for underprivileged children in the area. The store had promised to donate free toys as well, but the big red cauldron set to the side of Santa’s chair in fact was full of money, donated by parents who had brought their children in to see Santa. On this morning, that pot contained more than $10,000. At closing on this same day, the contents of that pot and an equivalent value of toys from the store were to be donated to a local children’s agency.

Just prior to opening the doors, everyone was in position. Santa was in his chair with a pretty 18-year old elf named Julie in her green elf costume. The owner and manager of the store and several other employees were in place. Even the local TV station had sent a film crew over, two cameramen, a soundman/producer, and a pretty rookie reporter named Kaitlin Smith. Kaitlin was dressed for the occasion, in a pretty, tight red sweater, black formal, front-pleated dress pants, and black heels… her long blonde hair had been tied back with a red ribbon, tied into a bow to make her look like a Christmas gift. She had earrings that looked like little red Christmas packages. She was all ready to go on the air, live, to report on the big event… her station having promised repeat live coverage throughout the day, cutting there at every commercial break, in addition to an hour of coverage to start and end the day, and at noon.

There was excitement in the air, so no one noticed the four men wearing balaclavas who had snuck in via the back entrance.

“Nobody move!” their leader suddenly stepped forward, brandishing a gun.

Suddenly, fifteen or so helpless victims were surrounded by four men with guns.

Initial panic was quelled by a single gunshot (a critical event that Kaitlin later would laugh about. Why? Because without it, the robbers might have gotten away, and she never would have become ‘the girl who saved the day’.)

“Everybody… down on your knees!” the bandit leader cried.

Dutifully, everyone complied, even Santa.

“Gimme that sack, Santa!” one of the men said, going over to the cauldron of money.

“But this money is for toys for children!” the owner of the store pleaded.

Another gunshot went off.

“Everyone just be quiet!”

Now, Kaitlin was feeling pretty calm, given the circumstances, because she was more focussed on what an opportunity this was for her career, what with the cameras already being on and pointed in her direction, rather than any danger she might be in. She quietly put her microphone to her lips.

“This is Kaitlin Smith here at the Elm Street Toy Emporium, where there appears to be a robbery in progress,” she said quietly, but calmly, still on her knees.

“Shut up!” she was told.

She lowered the microphone down to her lap. But then, after a moment when the bandit who had spoken had turned his attention elsewhere, she raised it up again, quietly.

“The robbers appear to be here to steal the more than $10,000 that have been donated to the toy drive,” she continued, almost whispering.

“Shut up!” she was told again by the leader, who glared back at her.

Again, she lowered her microphone. But then, after a moment, a third time she raised it.

“There are four masked men…”

“You!” he pointed at one of the other robbers. “Shut her up!”

Kaitlin lowered her microphone quickly, but it was too late. Now, suddenly, she was afraid. Maybe she had gone too far. She was shaking when this big burly man in a black balaclava stepped up to her with his gun. Everyone else watched nervously. One of the cameramen still held his camera on her. Maybe that would prevent anything terrible happening. All being on their knees, there was no way anyone could get to her or the man hovering over her in time to stop what was about to happen.

Meanwhile, outside a huge anxious crowd had gathered, all waiting for the doors to open for the big sale, and to see Santa. And two police cars had shown up because someone had reported what sounded like shots.

“Please don’t shoot her!” Santa pleaded earnestly. “It’s Christmas.”

Even through the balaclava, Kaitlin could see the man before her smile.

“He told me to shut her up, not kill her,” he said. “And I know just the thing for a pretty girl like you.”

Kaitlin then watched in horror as the big man started to undo his zipper. Soon, a big, thick, black cock was jutting out of his pants. “You know what to do,” he told her.

What could Kaitlin do? She looked at the cameraman whose camera still pointed her way. He slowly nodded to her. ‘Just go along with him and you’ll be alright’ was the message the nod sent.

Kaitlin gulped and looked again at the thick, dark dick before her. And then she kneeled upright, lifting her bum off her shoes, closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide to take him inside. Outside, those in line watched in amazement what was being broadcast live on two large flat-screen TVs that had been set up to each side of the line. The policemen now knew something definitely was up. Kaitlin Smith wouldn’t normally be sucking a man’s dick on the early morning show.

The sight of little Kaitlin sucking this huge black man was too much for the robbers, too, who just couldn’t seem to take their eyes off of her, even while they tried to gather up all the money. They kept dropping stuff on the floor and having to pick it up again. And sometimes, they just paused and watched, stunned, as Kaitlin slowly slid her mouth back and forth along this huge chocolate rod. It only should have taken them a couple of minutes to empty the cash into the sack, but it took almost TEN. The delay caused by Kaitlin had been enough. Suddenly, the one bandit who’d been assigned to watch the back door called out that three police cars had just pulled up in the back parking lot. Another raced to the front window and reported that at least four more were there. The bank-robbers were surrounded.

“Keep sucking!” Kaitlin was instructed by the gang leader, as he considered the possibilities, and the lack of them.

Well, kids,” he said at last. “It looks like we’re here for awhile.” Then he looked at the cameramen. “Are those things on?” he asked them of their cameras.

They both nodded nervously.

“Are they live?” he asked.

Again, they both nodded.

“Good! Just keep filming Girlie here.”

By now, Kaitlin was gaining confidence. She was pretty sure that, as long as she did what she was told, she and no one else would get hurt. She also realized that she was on live TV, and wanted to come across as a girl who always knew what she was doing. Never taking the cock out her mouth, she paused a moment to make sure her sweater was straight and to brush the seat of her black pants for any lint. She turned her head to look straight into one of the cameras.

“Hmm hmmm?” she asked the cameraman, earnestly.

She was given a smile and a thumbs-up sign. She looked great!

Kaitlin had wanted to be an actress at one time, and so she now decided to put on a show. She’d also sucked cock many times before, starting in high school as a cheerleader. In fact, cock-sucking the right people had helped her to land her current job. She could have fun with this. Her eyes always on the camera (like the good reporter she was trained to be), she continued to slide her mouth back and forth along the masked man’s thick shaft, each time taking him deeper and deeper. Everyone was watching her now. And when she playfully waved at the camera, from outside there came a big cheer that she could hear. This encouraged her. So, with the next plunge, she took this guy all the way into her throat, twisting her head this way and that to go as far as she could; she amazed even herself as she felt this guy’s huge cock-head pop past her tonsils into her throat. And an even louder cheer erupted from outside, that everyone heard loudly inside the store.

“Keep goin’, Girlie,” the bandit leader told her. “You’re doin’ good.”

If Kaitlin hadn’t had a thick dick in her throat, she would have been smiling.

Kaitlin continued to deep throat the guy; and then he took over, holding her head firm and pumping his cock repeatedly down her throat. So she rested her hands quietly on his knees and let him use her mouth as he wanted. He was pumping faster and faster now, and harder and deeper with each thrust. Kaitlin gagged with each thrust down her throat; but she was enjoying this. Soon, he pulled her head hard onto him, so that Kaitlin’s little nose suddenly disappeared into his belly; and he jerked, and jerked, and jerked… his whole body convulsing as jet after jet of semen shot down Kaitlin’s throat. Luckily, she did get to taste some of it when he finally pulled back, as she started sucking him again in her mouth to milk the last few drops out. She was glad to get some of it in her mouth before it disappeared.

“I want some too,” a second bandit immediately said after the first stepped away, his cock shrinking from having just shot a week’s worth of pent up semen and sperm down the pretty little reporter’s throat.

Kaitlin spontaneously reached up to undo the second man’s zipper, a big smile on her face. Soon she was taking this guy deep too.

Meanwhile, in her station manager’s office and the homes of several important CEOs, including several Toy Emporium directors, a conference call was going on with the Chief of Police. ‘What if?’ was the question being pondered. You see… there is something special about the Christmas season, in that people do wonderful things just to be nice. And so it was that, when it first became evident that pretty little Kaitlin’s face was being gang-fucked, the managers back at the station had been watching and thinking. They knew that everyone everywhere was watching the young blonde female reporter in action now. Even other stations were calling up pleading for footage. And when the station manager called the store owner at home, the owner immediately turned on his TV and watched in awe as this pretty reporter totally captivated him. He then called a couple of the Board of Governors, and now fate was being decided.

The fateful phone call came to the store at 9:23. Kaitlin had just swallowed her second load and had started on the third masked man. The gang leader nodded thoughtfully as he listened to the phone. The soundman, who also functioned as a field production manager, had received a similar phone call, and he was nodding too. Still bobbing her head back and forth, Kaitlin’s eyes darted back and forth between the two men, who obviously were deep in some form of negotiation.

Finally, the two men on phones nodded at each other, and put their phones down. After quickly straightening his hair, and checking that his sweater was straight, the soundman stepped forward to claim Kaitlin’s microphone. Kaitlin continued to suck, but the cameras now were on Robert.

“I’m here with CBK Action News, at a robbery scene at the Elm Street Toy Emporium, where, in the wonderful spirit of Christmas, a marvellous deal has been struck that will make sure everyone is safe, and that also will save Christmas for all those children expecting toys.”

Listening intently, Kaitlin continued to suck, the bobbing of her virtually automatic at this point.

“First of all, Police Chief Markham has promised all four robbers with us today that they will receive complete immunity from all prosecution (Kaitlin’s eyes darted to the leader, who had taken his mask off and was smiling broadly)… AND he and his buddies can keep the money they have… (he chose his words carefully)… been gifted with,” the soundman-turned-announcer smiled, slyly.

Kaitlin seemed surprised by this… but she kept sucking.

But the soundman continued: “But all is not lost,” he smiled broadly. “Because, in the true spirit of Christmas, our own lovely Kaitlin Smith has agreed to earn all the money back that we have ‘allotted’ these fine men…”

Kaitlin suddenly paused from bobbing her head to listen. He was talking about her.

“… by continuing what she is doing… by providing blowjobs to every man who wants one, with 90% of all proceeds going to the children’s toy program, and 10% to those men in black who made it all possible.”

Kaitlin’s eyes grew wide. “Hmmm?” she asked, taken completely by surprise. But no one heard her muffled query. The announcer continued.

“All we need to know now is how long lovely Kaitlin is willing to keep on sucking.” He turned towards her, and Kaitlin found herself looking right into the eyes of one of her bosses. “Kaitlin?” he asked. “Are you willing to keep doing what you’re doing right now until late Christmas Eve?” Then he clarified: “During store hours, of course.”

Suddenly, the camera was on Kaitlin, who still had a cock in her mouth. And Kaitlin knew that everyone… inside, outside and glued to their TV sets… was watching her. The soundman silently mouthed to her how much the station manager loved her work and gave her a two thumbs up sign that only she could see.