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 ½ 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.

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.