Stephanie’s Happy New Year

Kaitlin the Reporter had a problem. Christmas was fast approaching and she
still hadn’t thought of a great feel-good story to spice up the season with. A
few years back, she’d done that wonderful story of the two sisters – Mary and
Kim – who ended up blowing an entire conference of Santa Clauses, as Mary
desperately looked to find ‘the real one’ she’d seen Kim blow under the
Christmas tree the year before (Mary Blows Santa). And the next year she’d done
one about two teenage cheerleaders and best friends – a lovely brunette named
Stacey and a gorgeous blonde named Stephanie – who raised over $30,000 dollars
for charity selling chocolates and blowjobs door-to-door; of course, the
blowjobs, even at just $20 apiece, had raised 90% of that (Stacey & Stephanie’s
Blowjobs for Charity).
Then she’d had that fun year when she herself ended up on her knees blowing
over 1500 men to prevent people getting hurt at a bank robbery (Kaitlin Gags
Over Christmas, Parts 1 & 2). For that story, the TV station decided to set up
an entire TV channel for her, running 24/7 for the entire month of December,
something made possible because, within about 24 hours of her starting up,
Kaitlin had been joined by girls-of-age rotating in from three local
high-schools, so there was always fun blowjob action for TV even while Kaitlin
rested.
But she wanted something EXTRA special this year.
“Hmm hmm hmm hmmm?” she looked up from her knees to ask the two cameramen she
currently was blowing.
“Those stories about the two sisters and then the two cheerleaders were pretty
amazing; and YOU giving 1500 blowjobs? I don’t know how you can top that?”
“Hmm hmmm?” she asked, a bit forlornly.
“If only you had girls like that hot blonde Stephanie again,” the other
cameraman said. “Man! I’d love to see her mouth porked again on live TV!”
“Hmm hmmm?” Kaitlin exclaimed brightly. That was IT! She’d somehow figure out a
way to have not only Stephanie, but all four of those girls (Mary, her sister
Kim, and Stacey and Stephanie) in the same story. And, of course, herself. And
maybe bring in the famous JoAnne as well. It would be great!
All she had to do now, while having her throat fucked by these two guys and
the remaining 107 men who had attended the TV station’s November 25th Christmas
party, was come up with some way to do it… and fast.
Finding the girls should not be a problem. Mary and Kim had a wonderful
website that Santa himself apparently was paying for; and Stacey and Stephanie
had one that their school was paying for: and both sites were chalked full of
the information she’d need, not only to find out where they were, but what
they’d been up to. Each site had more than 100,000 pictures of each girl in
action, kneeling to blow thousands and thousands of different men of all ages,
while wearing a huge variety of outfits – from tight jeans to pants to skirts to
shorts to bikinis and, sometimes, just panties and bra… usually with heels but
sometimes sneakers; and a countless number of sexy tops. Mary and Kim had each
blown more than 5000 Santas by now, and had kneeled for more than 200 different
reindeer; but they’d also given much-appreciated blowjobs to tens of thousands
of other men as they spread Christmas cheer throughout the year. Both sites
featured running totals of the number of blowjobs each girl had given on the
Home page, and the totals were like this: Mary – 18,453; Kim – 18, 312; Stacey –
19,007; and Stephanie – 22,845. Oops! Make that 19,089 for Stacey and 22,982 for
Stephanie! The website must have just been updated with yesterday’s stats.
There also was over 1000 hours of video coverage between the two sites; as
well as thousands and thousands of testimonials, all praising the girls for
their amazing blowjobs and wonderful causes. Stacey and Stephanie were raising
money for a number of different charities now; and Mary and Kim were donating
all their earnings to food-banks and Christmas toy drives across the entire
region.
And, best yet, Kaitlin would soon discover, was that both sites had a
November calendar that listed where the girls were going to be each day; and
email addresses and cell phone numbers where the girls could be contacted. It
couldn’t be easier. Of course, Kaitlin still had more than 100 blowjobs to give
this evening before she’d find any of this out; but, as her throat was being
royally reamed, she was confident she would find all the information she needed.
But what she STILL needed to find was some heart-warming cause to bring them
together, and she reasoned that only thinking of this so late could turn out to
be a real disadvantage for her. And then it hit her: Blowjobs for the
Disadvantaged – be they homeless; or perhaps senior males living alone.
And then another idea hit her!
The TV station could ASK the people of their fair city to tell them what
groups they wanted the girls to give free blowjobs to, for the entire month of
December. It’d be perfect! They’d advertise the competition on the air all day
for the next few days, have people call or email in, and then tally up the
results. The girls would work in pairs, and maybe alternate the pairs, so Mary
wouldn’t always work with Kim, but maybe with Stephanie one day, and JoAnne the
next. Wouldn’t that be fun! So they needed at least three disadvantaged groups.

Kaitlin could hardly control her excitement as she went to give her proposal
for all this to the station manager the next afternoon. She was 99% sure he’d
love the idea, but was nervous about the 1% chance that he wouldn’t be.
She needn’t have worried. He was so thrilled reading Kaitlin’s written
proposal for the month-long event, he rewarded her by plunging his cock all the
way down her throat and holding it there with one strong hand on the back of her
head for over 35 minutes as he called each and every other member of the
programming committee to get their approval too. All the while, he watched with
amusement as his pretty reporter’s bum (in nice black pants) and feet (in black
heels) restlessly shifted position. He even held the phone down to her face so
every member of the committee could congratulate her on topping even last year’s
amazing.
“Hmmm! Hmmmm! Hmmmmmmmmmm!” Kaitlin squealed playfully into the phone as her
boss pushed her even harder onto his cock.
Of course, I answered for JoAnne when Kaitlin finally did get back to her
desk to give her a call. Naturally, Jo’s mouth was busy (on me). But I spoke for
her and immediately commented that my other girlfriend Nadine would most
definitely want to be part of the festivities, and probably Sandy (another
gorgeous blonde former bank-teller who also works for me) as well. And I was
sure I could round up at least a couple of girls from the now world famous St.
George’s School (see the story Medicine by Mouth)
With ten girls, that made at least FIVE groups the girls could service with
free blowjobs all month. And when several local schools heard the news and
called to offer up girls to blow all the mall Santas across the region whom Mary
and Kim normally would be blowing in December, and other schools offered girls
for me to pimp in place of JoAnne, Nadine and Sandy – all working for free
except for donations to local charities, Kaitlin and her station were absolutely
thrilled. To top it off, several schools almost pleaded to let one of their
girls join JoAnne and the others for the month, and so a third girl, 18-years
old, was added to each team. This story was getting better and better.
For the next few days, Kaitlin herself was on the air, promoting the contest.
Naturally, her producer suggested that Kaitlin be kneeling with a cock in each
hand every time she was on the air, that she’d then suck to completion between
announcements. Kaitlin made sure to be her sexiest, spending extra time with the
make-up girl and wearing bright red lipstick, putting on her Christmas jewelry
(like a necklace with a little Christmas tree, a Santa Claus broche, and little
gift package earrings) and wearing nice Christmassy sweaters with tight dress
pants and heels.
Increasingly, she found herself announcing the competition while having her
throat mercilessly fucked, but the station still got the message out by having
one of the men she was blowing explaining what Kaitlin had been “trying to say”
afterwards.
And all the while the votes were coming in. Finally, on the morning of
November 29th, the votes were counted up, and there was one big surprise.
As expected, homeless men attending the city’s huge mission center were voted
in. Other groups that were in the top five were men living at the various senior
homes across the city, men in hospital over the holidays, and men coming to any
of the three major soup kitchens. Three girls would be at the mission centre
every day, and three at the soup kitchens to serve the more than 500 men who
went to them every day; and girls would alternate between the two big hospitals
and the several nursing homes.
But the fifth group of disadvantaged males selected – and this was a huge but
very welcome surprise – were ‘males’ living at the zoo.
Kaitlin smiled. What a wonderful thing that so many people thought of the
animals too. And wouldn’t it be fun for them, caged up as they were, to receive
an extra special kind of attention at Christmas! And who wouldn’t want to see
lovely Stephanie, or JoAnne, or Kaitlin herself on her knees having fun with an
elephant?
And THAT was EXACTLY how Kaitlin ultimately pitched it to Stephanie over her
cell-phone the next day.
“Hmm hmm hmm hmmm?” Stephanie asked.
“Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm? Wouldn’t that be fun?” Kaitlin asked her, momentarily
popping her mouth off her station manager.
“Hmm hmmmmmm!” Stephanie answered, enthusiastically. She and Stacey had been
most definitely IN from the start, but this made it extra fun for them both. And
Mary and Kim, with all their reindeer experience, were no less enthusiastic. The
trick now was just to set everything up in time, but so many volunteers had
already stepped forward to help coordinate the event, there should be no
problem. In a few hours, the hospitals, senior’s homes, soup kitchen, mission
house and zoo were notified.
“How many animals do you think would be interested in this?” Kaitlin asked
the head zoo keeper.
“Well, you’d want to stay away from the big cats and the bears, I think,” he
cautioned. “But we have at least a dozen zebras, and a couple of moose, and
several horses, a few giraffes, and some very friendly chimps and an orangutan
and stuff.”
“Any elephants?” Kaitlin asked, her voice gushing with hope.
The zookeeper laughed. “They’d be a mouthful… but sure. We have five bull
elephants, and they’re all pretty tame. I’m sure we could work things out for
your girls. Did you say JoAnne is coming?”
“Uh huh.”
“And you too?”
“Of course.”
“Wow!”
Kailtin giggled.
Of course, all the media in town jumped at this great story, as did the
homeless shelter, soup kitchens, nursing homes, hospitals, and the zoo. What a
boon it would be for the zoo, the zoo manager commented. No doubt, attendance
would sky-rocket and that would not only raise money for charities, but help the
zoo to pay from major upgrades to their enclosures. As it turns out, Bobo and
all the other elephants were looking at not only a month-worth of well-deserved
attention from at least 15 lovely ladies, but also at having nice new living
quarters once the month was over. It was win, win, win for EVERYONE.
Mary and Kim, and Stacey and Stephanie immediately updated their websites
with the exciting new schedule they’d just been sent, which had, on Day #1, Mary
and Sandy doing the rounds at the men’s mission, accompanied by a japanese girl
named Aiko from one school out in the east end. Nadine, Mary’s sister Kim and a
perky little brunette named Kristen from a north end school would work the soup
kitchens. Stacey, Brooke from St. George’s, and a sexy blonde named Reina from
the west would visit a couple of senior’s homes. JoAnne, Kim Henry from St.
George’s School, and a very pretty black girl named Lexi would service the
hospital; and Stephanie and Kaitlin (predictably) would be joined by a sexy
Canadian-born girl of Japanese descent named Naomi at the zoo. Every day after
that, they’d switch based upon a computer-generated random list that had been
set up to make sure that all 15 girls got to work with every other girl twice,
and at every venue several times.
The girls would finish up with a massive, all-cummers get-together in the big
park downtown all New Year’s Eve day, starting at 8 AM and continuing all night,
where the fifteen girls and at least 250 other school girls and other young
ladies from around town would kneel to service every one of the more than 30,000
men expected to step forward with cocks out. Even Bobo and his pals would be
there to ring in the New Year with a huge blow-bang.
“HOW many elephants?” Stephanie asked Kaitlin when the reporter called the
lovely door-to-door blonde to give her the good news.
“Five,” Kaitlin relied happily.
That night, all the girls spent considerable time picking out nice outfits
for their first day, and several went out to buy new make-up and nice new
panties (there’s something about wearing a nice new pair of satin bikini panties
that makes girls feel sexier). Mary and her sister Kim decided to wear very
Christmassy sweaters along with tight jeans and heels. Kim Henry selected a nice
pair of black dress pants and black heels to go with a nice red sweater, a sexy
combination that ended up being almost identical to what Kaitlin the reporter
wore, except for Kaitlin’s Christmas jewelry. Sandy, the blonde bank teller
turned escort, also wore black pants and heels, but with a blue sweater and one
of her patented ribbon belts (literally, rather than wear a traditional belt,
she typically tied colorful, thick ribbon around her waist, creating a nice big
bow over her right hip… customers kidded her about how she was perfectly
‘gift-wrapped’, and she took this as a compliment. In the four years she’d been
working with me, I’d managed to get her sexy mouth fucked by more than 30,000
horny men, and she continued to crave more.
Nadine, my Nadine, wore tight navy blue, 5-pocket designer jeans that looked
oh-so-sexy on her, to go with a red blouse and red heels. JoAnne wore one of her
patented panty suits – a red half-sweater (reaching to just above her belly
button), pink satin bikini panties, and red spike heels.
Brooke, Kim Henry’s classmate, braved the cold weather to wear tight white
shorts (very short shorts) that hugged her ass like crazy, to go with a lighter
pink blouse, a hot pink mini-jacket, and pink heels.
And Stacey and Stephanie dressed pretty close to how they’d dressed the first
day I met them, years ago when they were going door-to-door selling chocolate
bars and blowjobs to help raise money for a new school gymnasium – Stacey
wearing light blue Guess jeans, a thick brown belt, and a red and white sweater
with little green Christmas trees on it; and Stephanie a tight pair of chocolate
brown corduroy pants and a white belt to go with a red and white sweater with
(appropriately enough given the day’s assignment) a cute picture of Rudolph on
the front. One difference was that they now had graduated from sneakers to
heels, both black. Stephanie had wondered about walking around the zoo in heels,
in case the ground was too soft and her heels sink in; but she was assured by
Kaitlin (who’d already checked out the zoo) that the ground was firm and smooth
enough for heels. The concession Stephanie made was to wear broad, rather than
spike heels.
As for the girls getting their jeans or pants dirty, the zoo was going to
take extra special care of them, already having placed nice clean cushions for
their knees outside every animal enclosure they’d be entering. And where the
animals were too tall for the girls to reach while kneeling on the ground,
padded benches would be available for them to kneel on.
“And, of course, you might be standing for the giraffes,” Kaitlin was informed.
On the morning of the event, a couple of zoo staff met Kaitlin, Stephanie and
Naomi, as well as a couple of TV camera crews and newspaper reporters, plus
Stephanie’s parents and Naomi’s older brother at the front entrance and let them
in ahead one hour ahead of the actual 9:00 AM zoo opening time, so the girls
could walk around and meet the animals. Stephanie was amazed at the size of the
elephants.
“They’re very tame,” the handler assured her. “Gillian here has been working
with them for the last couple of days.”
And he glanced towards his assistant, a very lovely-looking, tall, slim
blonde in jeans, boots and a short olive-green jacket with the zoo’s logo on it.
Gillian smiled at her and assured her that she’d be available to coach the
girls, as needed, with the elephants.
“And they’ll particularly get VERY used to you, Stephanie,” the elephant
handler (whose name was Bob) then added.
Stephanie cocked her head. Huh?
“You’re the lucky girl who’ll be here the most.”
Stephanie looked at Kaitlin, who nodded. She’d studied the schedule before it
was finalized and it was true. Every girl was ensured at least 4 days at the
zoo, but somehow, by some mere quirk of how the list had been generated
randomly, it ended up that Stephanie would be here 11 times.
“It’s just the way things worked out,” Kaitlin said, shrugging smiling at
both Stephanie and her mom.
Stephanie laughed excitedly and her mom winked. Bobo the elephant seemed to
know about Stephanie’s special status; and, as soon as the girls entered the
elephant enclosure to meet the big giants and say ‘Hi’, he walked right up to
her. Then, with his trunk, he gently grabbed her by the waist and guided her
toward his hind end, while Stephanie grimaced playfully and glanced back at the
handler.
“There’s nothing to worry about. He’s a big baby. He’s VERY gentle,” the
handler told her.
Bobo paused a minute, just holding Stephanie’s waist, and looking straight at
the handler.
“And he’s also not big on waiting for things he wants,” Bob chuckled and
nodded at his assistant.
Gillian sprang into action, quickly grabbing the low-lying padded bench that
everyone else now noticed just inside the gate they’d entered through, and
putting it in place right in front of Stephanie.
No sooner than the bench was in place than Bobo’s trunk let go of the girl’s
waist, reached up to wrap gently around her shoulders, and then carefully pushed
the young blonde to her knees. By now everyone was laughing.
“They’re VERY smart animals,” the manager laughed as he told them all, and
Stephanie looked up to see the massive member she was being offered.
“Gulp,” she said, in fun. “But don’t we have to wait until nine?” Stephanie
asked, nervously.
“I don’t think Bobo is going to let you,” Stephanie’s dad laughed.
“Go ahead,” Mom piped in. “I’m sure this nice man (by which she meant the
handler) will let you do him again later.”
“Of course,” he smiled.
Stephanie again glanced towards her mom and dad, and then behind her to see
Bobo’s head twisted around, his big eyes looking right at her. He reached over
with his trunk and gently turned her head back towards his groin.
“Never argue with an elephant,” Kaitlin smiled.
It took coaching from Gillian and all the jaw stretching Stephanie could to
handle Bobo, but the assistant handler helped to lift the animal’s weight and
soon the beast was in Stephanie’s mouth.
“Hmmm?” Stephanie said, looking right at her mom, who nodded encouragingly. The
young woman’s eyes then scanned the rest of us, and we all nodded encouragement
too.
“You’re doing great, Stephie,” her Dad said.
The young blonde then felt Bobo’s trunk fondling her through the seat of her
jeans and she knew she was stuck.
“Hmm hmmm (oh well)!” she said, her eyes looking straight ahead again, in
dutiful resignation.
Over the next twenty minutes, she did her best to slide to and fro along Bobo’s
extreme length and girth.
“You mostly have to use your hands,” Gillian told her.
And so she did, stroking the massive length with both hands while continuing to
apply suction with her mouth.
“Hmm hmmm?” she asked a couple of times.
“That’s perfect,” Bob called out.
If she could have looked back, she would have seen that Bobo himself was
nodding, which was so cute.
By now, the camera crew was in full swing, and Stephanie was told she’d be LIVE
on the morning news in five seconds.
“Five… four… three… two…”
“Hmm hmm (oh oh)!” she said playfully. Now she REALLY had to look good. She
quickly reached back with one hand to brush the seat of her corduroy pants to
wipe any lint or anything she might have picked up.
“You look LOVELY, Steph,” Mom called out.
Bobo nodded again, and then resumed rubbing her bum and crotch with his trunk.
“One… you’re on.”
And suddenly Kaitlin was at her microphone.
“It’s twenty-one minutes to nine and the big event hasn’t even started yet, but
at least ONE of us couldn’t wait.”
She paused as the camera moved over to Stephanie, who continued to bob her head
and slide both hands up and down Bobo’s length. The camera returned to Kaitlin.
“The ‘us’ I’m referring to, of course, is the group of 15 ladies, myself
included, who’ve agreed to hand out free blowjobs to those who really need and
deserve it at this time of year. Let me take a minute to thank YOU, the viewer,
who told us who they are: men at the Men’s Mission; men lining up at the city’s
various soup kitchens; men in hospital this month; men living at seven different
seniors homes across the city; and, of course, many of our animal friends living
at the zoo.”
The camera panned back to Stephanie,” who was quietly instructed to look right
into the camera.
“Soon, I’m going to be doing what gorgeous young Stephanie is doing,” Kaitlin
said, “so let me take a few minutes now to interview a few people who’ve helped
to make this wonderful, month-long event possible.”
Over the next few minutes, standing in front of Stephanie, but just enough to
the side that the young blonde never left the camera’s eye, Kaitlin interviewed
the elephant handler, the zoo manager, then Stephanie’s mom and dad (who were
both very proud), and finally Stephanie herself.
“Are you having fun, Stephanie?” the reporter squatted down to ask her.
“Hmm hmmmm!” the girl nodded, emphatically, the microphone held out to her,
while Gillian the assistant smiled broadly right behind her.
Kaitlin was about to say something more when the camera crew boss shoved his
cock into her mouth and started to pound away. As he pumped his pelvis, he took
her microphone and said: “Back to you at the station for some last minute news,
weather and sports, before we’ll all be back here to officially start things off
at nine.”
With perfect timing, Bobo rewarded Stephanie for all her hard work about three
minutes before nine. The girl was exhausted, but elated as she stood up. She
walked over to Bobo’s face, gave him a little kiss and told him she’d be back to
see him again “later”. He reached out with his trunk to gently fondle her bum
and Stephanie knew she’d be seeing lots and lots and lots of Bobo over the next
month.
Kaitlin was still wondering exactly where she should be to announce the official
start of ‘Deep Throat December’, but Bobo’s trunk around HER waist answered that
question for her.
“On in five. Five… four… three… two… one… “
Kaitlin stood smiling broadly into the camera as she announced: “It’s now
official. Deep Throat December has begun. And it seems that this reporter will
be starting the month off in a really big way.”
And that’s when the cameraman slowly lowered the camera to pick up Bobo’s trunk
around the lovely reporter’s waist, and Bobo instinctively directed her over to
and down onto the padded bench.
“I’ve always been told I have a big mouth” – were the second last words Kaitlin
got to say before Gillian helped to stuff Bobo’s massive ‘head’ past her lips.
“Hmm hmm hmm hmmm! (Merry Christmas!)” were the last words. And then the
microphone was taken from her so she could focus on the story at mouth and hand.
The camera pulled back to show Kaitlin now joined by Stephanie and Naomi, each
already having started on their own bull right at nine.

Meanwhile, at the Men’s Mission, Mary, Sandy and Aiko were also already started.
Given Mary’s history, the staff at the mission thought it would be fun to have
all the guys wear a Santa Claus hat and beard while they were being blown, and
she and the other two girls thought this was cute too. Except for a few who were
paranoid or frankly psychotic, the men were easy to convince. “For a blowjob,
I’ll do just about anything,” one particularly disheveled man summed it up.
All three girls were set up on cushions in the central cafeteria, the tables for
eating all pushed as close to the walls as possible while still allowing for
meals to be served. It was breakfast time and the smell of eggs and toast wafted
through the air. But Mary, Sandy and Aiko mostly smelled sweaty underwear.
Sandy, with long blonde hair and dressed as she was in a nice blue sweater,
black pants, blue ribbon belt and heels, was particularly enticing, because she
looked so high-class. Few of these men had EVER had the pleasure of porking the
mouth and throat of a woman as gorgeous and high-class as Sandy, and they were
LOVING IT!
Sandy didn’t mind; she’d blown so many men working for me these past 4 years,
she had tasted all kinds. But at least those men had had money. Some of these
men had been were wearing the same underwear for two weeks, and several had
dried shit on their cocks. Sandy quickly figured out that working up lots of
saliva and giving the cock a really good mouth-pumping for about a minute
generally cleaned it off nicely. After that, she could settle down and enjoy the
rest of her time with whatever man she was with.
Lots was made of how nice Sandy’s ass looked with her kneeling upright in her
tight black pants and blue ribbon belt, so she posed for hundreds and hundreds
of pictures that first day. The girls were told to expect “about 100 to 120 men
each”, so they knew they had to keep moving. If they could average ten per hour,
they’d be okay, they figured, and this would be easy for Sandy and Mary, who
were so experienced. Aiko was just 18 and had not worked professionally as an
escort or done anything like Mary. But she was a Japanese girl who’d grown up in
the country that had invented bukkake and gukkun, and quickly proved it. She was
so sweet with the big brown eyes and doll-like face so many japanese girls seem
to hold onto for decades. That face alone made many men ready to shoot their
loads almost immediately upon entering her mouth. But the school uniform she
elected to wear – a white blouse and navy blue jacket, with a blue and green
plaid, pleated skirt, white satin panties, white socks and black shoes – sent
testosterone levels over the top. She, like Sandy and Mary, also posed for
hundreds and hundreds of pictures, including one that was destined to end up on
the cover of her school’s yearbook, several Japanese magazines, and several
hundred billboards back home in Japan, of her kneeling there looking straight
into the camera while blowing a very frail, very elderly Japanese man who spoke
no English.

Between them, the three girls looked more than capable of handling the
rambunctious mission cafeteria crowd. And the same could certainly be said of
the soup kitchens where Nadine, Mary’s older sister Kim, and the cute schoolgirl
Kristen were feeding. Because of her experience having blown nearly 50,000 men,
Nadine was assigned the soup kitchen right downtown, because it usually was
busiest… anywhere from 150 to 200 men were expected, but Nadine was confident
she could handle them, even if she had to work overtime (past midnight) to do
it. Sure enough, as soon as the doors opened for breakfast at nine o’clock, more
than 100 men streamed in for porridge, toast and a blowjob.
Nadine recognized a few of them she’d blown in the past, but most of them were
new to her. Her tight jeans garnered lots of attention from the cameramen and
groping hands; but she didn’t mind. Anything to make the men hornier by the time
they entered her mouth was good.
Similar to how it was for the girls at the mission, the men being blown here
were fairly down and out, but not quite as much. Many had homes and even
families. They just were short on cash for food. Nonetheless, many were not that
great about hygiene and Nadine did her share of spit washing dried shit-coated
cocks. And since coffee was being served, all three girls at the kitchens were
destined to drink a dozen or more bladders full of piss. Nadine was so used to
this, she didn’t even pause from bobbing her head to and fro. She just swallowed
quickly and without fanfare until the golden stream stopped.
Kim was assigned the next busiest spot, because of her experience blowing
thousands of Santas these past three years. The staff told her to expect up to
150. Since that fateful day in which she’d said – “Let’s go Blitzen” – and
pulled one of Santa’s reindeer’s hind ends closer so she could “access the
goodies”, she’d sucked cocks of all shapes and sizes, usually kneeling right
next to her younger sister Mary. Being on her own like this, with a continuously
filling roomful of men all to herself, was both unique and fun.
“So YOU’RE one of those famous sisters who blow mall Santas across the
province?” one guy asked her.
“Hmm hmmmm,” she nodded.
“AND his reindeer?”
“Hmm hmmmm!” she nodded again.
“I’ve heard of eating reindeer meat,” he said “but you girls take the cake. Or
should I say ‘cock’.”
“Hmm hmmm,” Kim responded, dryly. She’d heard that one many times before.

And since she was wearing a pair of classic Guess jeans with the question mark
logo on one of the seat pockets, someone eventually came up with the idea to
‘guess’ what color panties she was wearing in exchange for free blowjobs every
day all year long.
Kim thought that sounded fun so the offer was made around the room that any man
guessing the right color would win. Men would raise their hands when a given
color was called out, and Kim would nod or shake her head accordingly. She’d
thought herself clever because her panties were two colors: mainly pink but with
red dots and trim.
Unfortunately, she’d relayed nothing about guessing more than once, so men
quickly started raising their hands for every color called. And though it took
awhile for someone to start guessing more than one color at a time, it didn’t
take long until “red and pink” were called out and everyone’s hand shot up.
“Hmm hmmm,” Kim nodded and shrugged in resignation. There were at least 80 men
in the room. Ultimately, it WOULD work out because she and Mary would take the
job on together, making this soup kitchen their regular gig all year, except for
December, and blowing everybody.
Meanwhile, Kristen, who’d never sucked a cock before, was sent to a soup kitchen
that roamed the city, being in the basement of a different church every day of
the week. Today, it was at St. Mark’s Church, where the tally usually was no
more than 50 to 60. If anything, she was worried that too few would show up. She
did NOT want to be the one girl waiting around with no cock in her mouth on that
big first day.
She needn’t have worried. Being close to the mission, several men who’d decided
they didn’t want to wait for Mary, Sandy or Aiko, wandered over to St. Martin’s.
By nine-thirty, the church basement was filled with more than 80 men, all
waiting for Kristen.
Luckily, she learned fast. And, like Aiko, she was so cute (with a long,
light-brown ponytail and wearing her own school uniform – white blouse, a green
school sweater, camel-colored pants and black, broad heels) that most guys
couldn’t resist fucking her mouth… so all she had to do was kneel there, look
pretty and try not to gag too much.
By late afternoon, the room was down to the last few men from the morning; but
that’s when the dinner crowd showed up… with almost 100 more.
“We don’t have to close up until you’re done,” the kindly minister old minister
told Kristen and her mom.
“Hmm hmmm?” Kristen asked.
“Really! We can stay open all night if we have to.”
“Hmm hmmm,” she thanked him. By now, she was so excited with her new-found
skill, she probably wouldn’t be able to sleep anyway.
“Thank you, Father” Mom said too. “I’m going to make sure that Kristen blows you
too before you leave today.”
The good Father just smiled and nodded. He’d been counting on it.

Things also were hopping at three large seniors homes, where Stephanie’s best
friend Stacey, Brooke from St. George’s, and a girl named Reina were each taking
on all the male residents. Unlike Kristen, Reina was already an accomplished
cock-sucker, her mouth having been porked by dozens of older boys at her school
on a regular basis. Reina was a lovely girl, inside and out; but she also was an
opportunist. And when her parents told her that they couldn’t buy her a car on
her eighteenth birthday – “even an old junky one?” – because finances were too
tight, she decided to take matters into her own mouth.
Both her parents were thrilled with her initiative; and several of her teachers
were too. Old Mr. Williams was so proud of her, he let her use his room after
school, as she needed to – in exchange for daily blowjobs, of course. What she
offered was a “blowjob and swallow” to any boy of age for $20, after school
between 3:00 and 5:30 PM, as well as over the lunch hour. Soon, she was
supplementing the money she made after school with earnings from blowjobs she
gave in her living room at home to several of her older male relatives,
neighbors, and family friends in the evenings and on weekends. Mom and Dad had
had to adjust to watching TV with the light on, but otherwise they just sat and
watched TV and chatted with whatever fellow Reina was servicing, while Reina
kneeled on the floor and bobbed her head up and down in their groin, and Dad
marveled at his daughter’s fabulous little butt.
“Would you like something to drink?” Mom would ask each guest. She’d even put a
bowl of chips and dip out for them, which many would nibble on while Reina
nibbled on them.
Consequently, in the 6 months since her eighteenth birthday, she’d already
raised over $12,000 for a car. Long gone was any sense of satisfaction over
getting “an old junky one.” Within the first few weeks of work, she set her eyes
on a cute little red sports car, brand new, that was at the dealership just down
the street from her home.
Within two months of starting her business venture, both her parents went in to
the dealership to vouch for her. Reina wore a new pair of navy designer stretch
jeans and heels her mom had bought her just for this occasion, along with a hot
pink t-shirt that read “I Kneel for Old Men”. Only placing $2500 down on a
$30,000 vehicle and having no formal employment made the middle-aged dealer
shudder. He just couldn’t think of ANY WAY that his boss would go for this.
But that’s when Mom intervened and told him to go get his boss.
“Trust me,” she said.
Minutes later, the two middle-aged car salesmen stood speechless and powerless
as this gorgeous blonde teenager blew both of them at once, on her knees right
in the middle of the floor next to a clear glass partition, in full view of at
least a dozen other customers who were wandering around in the main car showroom
on the other side.

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