Chapter 2: BJR

You may remember last time, Elf Kait had only a limited time to prepare the holiday stuffies for Santa to distribute to naughty and nice girls around the world on Christmas morning. There were nearly twenty thousand stuffies, but Elf Kait persevered and accomplished the task. The very next day, Santa asked Kait to meet him outside.

“So, Kitty, I need to discuss with you your performance ratings for the Stuffi prep.”

“Um, it’s Kaiti, Sir. Um, people call me Kait. And, um, performance ratings? I didn’t know we’d be rated.”

“Oh yes, Kitty. I mean Kaiti. Kait. Everyone is reviewed. It’s been the practice for, well, for practically forever.”

“Oh. Um. So how did I do?”

“Ah, well, Kit. Um Kait. For the most part you did quite well. Your QR, that’s quim rating, was essentially off the charts.”

“My quim rating, Sir?”

“Uh huh. You scored excelled for appearance, flavor, scent, suction, and juiciness. Good work there.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“But then we come to oral.”

“Oral?”

“Yes. There, unfortunately, your BJR was, shall we say, deficient.”

“BJR?”

“Blow job rating.”

“Oh. I didn’t know we were supposed to, um, blow job them.”

“Oh yes. It’s an important attribute.”

“But how does that ... What has that got to do with whether the Stuffi is suitable for distribution?”

“Good question. Nevertheless it’s part of the program. Has been since, well, since practically forever.”

“I see.”

“Yes, it is a bit slippery out here. I’ll try not to keep you much longer. The thing is, with your BJR, normally you’d have to be assigned back to reindeer maintenance.”

“I would?”

“Yes. But since you didn’t know you were supposed to...”

“Blow job them?”

“Right. Since you didn’t know, there might be a way for you to, um...”

“I see. I mean, yes. Of course.”

Santa was very well endowed, which is to say there was no way Kait could get more than a third of the head of his cock into her Kewpie doll sized mouth. But Kait knew some tricks. One hand cradled Santa’s balls, then a finger snuck behind and massaged his prostate. Meanwhile her other hand supported the stalk of Santa’s immense phallus, with the thumb caressing that very sensitive spot, the frenulum. Kait’s tongue fluttered against Santa’s penis slit while her mouth provided suction. When Kait was sure Santa was on the verge, she plunged a finger into his asshole. The ejaculation was cosmic. (No reindeer maintenance for Kait.) Jolt after jolt of warm cream splashed the back of Kait’s throat. The cum had nowhere to go but out Kait’s mouth, whereupon it fell to earth, or in this case ice, where it froze. Poor little sperms. Later Kait scraped them up and sold them on eBay. That’s why today we have myriad little Santas running around.

One or two more things:

As a reward for her service, Santa gave Elf Kait a silk tie. It was long enough so that Kait could brush the tip against her clit. In fact she could stuff an inch or two into her cunt. She celebrated New Year’s Eve that way while waiting for the three Stuffies she’d reserved for herself to make their appearance.