Reindeer Games

You’ve always wondered why Santa loves to take on such a loathsome task, delivering gifts to billions of children every year without fail.

It isn't the feeling of being adored by grateful kids unwrapping their presents.

Nor is it the feeling of gratification from spreading goodwill and joy.

And it's definitely not about rewarding those absent from the naughty list.

Whatever it is, you now know.

It has to do with the novelty of riding the sleigh.

It's the reins — firm, tight, perfect to yank.

It's the bells — soft, heavy, made to ring.

And it’s the reindeer — delicate, inexhaustible, built to be ridden hard all night long.

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“Tell us, who is the better reindeer?” Rei pouts, her hands on her hips. Cute. But that's not going to make you waver.

“Look at me? Don't these horns fit me better?” Liz tilts her head, fists tucked under her chin as she bats her eyelids.

“You guys know that it's going to take much more than just acting cute to be qualified and chosen as the reindeers for the upcoming Christmas stage right?” You authoritatively try to appear professional, but you can't deny the attractiveness of these two finalists. “Convince me.”

Their eyes lock — sparks, daggers, hunger. Rei and Liz communicate their passion to be the chosen one. After all, the one chosen to be the reindeer for the Christmas stage every year gets to have it all; admiration from the audiences, scouting offers from potential modelling, idol or acting agencies, and even the possibility of attracting the attention of a sugar daddy. It's a position reserved for and revered by females, and you're the one with power, the one that holds the final decision.

You rest in your office chair as you reminisce about the previous years’ star selections, the lengths they went to get chosen.

Yuna — hips so wide they eclipsed the moon, legs so otherworldly long that they locked around your waist and refused to let you go as you hammered her squelching cunt till she saw stars.

Karina — tits so heavy they smothered your throbbing dick, bouncing like they had a mind of their own till you painted them white

Yunjin — lips so plush you ruined her throat and mascara, tongue still chasing your balls long after she emptied them.

The list goes on and on and it's never going to stop. You're abusing your control over this annual event, using it as an excuse to conduct blasphemy, and who's there to stop you? Every year you abuse your power, and every year they thank you for it — dripping, ruined, addicted. You’re definitely on Santa’s naughty list every year. But why is it that you're being rewarded instead?

“Five different criteria.” You raise five fingers. “Oral. Bells. Ride. Reins. Stamina”

Liz and Rei listen attentively as they try to take mental notes on how they can edge out each other in each category. It's as though they are picturing how they can use their needy throats, their tits, their wet sopping cunts to get what they want.

“Let’s start with your throats.” Looking into your eyes, they nod firmly.

“Then what are you both waiting for? The oral evaluation has already begun.” With your declaration, both of them surge over with such speed that your chair slides back and thumps against the glass. Gonna need some space for them to work your cock. Full sized glass panel, the sole divider between the two contrasting scenes. One side unveils a scholarly view of the vast University campus, the other exhibiting the pornographic sight of Rei and Liz, both on their knees in front of you, ready to perform the hymns of gifts and blessings.

“Mmmm Sir, you're already excited for us huh?” Rei rubs her hands on your inner thigh, grazing your growing tent every now and then.

“Please allow us to remove your pants, Sir. We need to show our enthusiasm more appropriately.” With silent consent, Rei and Liz reach forward. Belts clink. Pants discarded. Your cock springs free.

They marvel and gulp at your erect length, hesitant.

“Go on, don't be shy.” You taunt. “Use any skills that you have and grab any opportunity that presents itself to you. Competition starts now.”

Fire lighting up in her eyes, Liz seizes the opportunity to grasp your cock. With her other palm, she moves it to her mouth to which she sticks out her tongue and spreads her slimy saliva all over it, coating each and every single inch. Satisfied with her handiwork, Liz uses her hand like a wet tissue, spreading and coating every inch of your cock, making it slick and shiny.

“Go on, don't be shy. Let me see how good you girls are.” At your encouragement, Liz shyly sticks out her tongue and lightly tastes the bottom of your tip, all while looking up to you for approval. Satisfied with your delectable salty taste, Liz gains more confidence and smooches your cockhead, pushing it right into her mouth. Holding it there, you can feel her sucking it gently as she uses her tongue in a myriad of ways. She twirls and flicks and licks and laps your sensitive tip, all while suckling on it with a tender but pronounced vacuum. She licks your tip as though she is scribbling a contract of your submission, sending tortuous sparks to your brain. Groaning, you look down into her big round eyes where she batts her eyelids coyly, grinning at your hums of approval with her mouth full of your meat.

Rei isn't idle either. Disdained at Liz’s subpar lubing effort, Rei spreads your leg wider and scoots nearer, determined to show how it should be done. Inhaling a deep whiff of your musky scent, Rei licks her lips and grins as she spits a considerable wad of saliva over the top of your shaft.

As Liz continues to suck and toy with your tip, Rei kisses the shaft covered with her saliva and moves her head along your length, all the way from the base of your cock to right below your cockhead. Your neglected shaft trembles from the soft rub of her lips across its veins, and your hips involuntarily jerk slightly.

Rubbing her saliva up and down your shaft, Rei continues to allow her spit to flow out of her mouth as she works the side of your cock as though she's blowing a harmonica. Except the sounds produced are not the usual folksy humming melodies but a series of uncalibrated and immoral slurps.

The sight of your cock getting increasingly slimy and sloppy is hypnotising, and at this point, Rei is blowing sticky saliva bubbles around your shaft. Coupled with the fact that Liz is not stopping her assault on your tip, abusing your frenulum and lapping all your precum, your cock throbs and swells under the cathartic pleasure.

Liz feels each and every of your twitching in her mouth as they both work your cock. It’s different from the usual intense gawking and gagging that past reindeer candidates do. It's ephemeral and addictive, and your body is succumbing to this ecstastical pleasure.

In the process, their lips meet. Accident. Then not. Heat builds up in Rei's cheeks every time their lips connect, and it slowly unravels a hidden desire in her. A moan, and another, and suddenly she pushes her lips further, shoving Liz’s mouth off your cock.

Rei is thrusting into Liz’s oral cavity in an intense makeout session. They kiss, tongues fencing, feeding saliva into each other's mouths, spit stringing everywhere.

Hot.

Smoking hot.

You can't help but watch as you fist and pump yourself. Both Liz and Rei moan and whimper throughout their kiss, which slowly snowballs into a fight for dominance over one another. Slurps and moans echo around the room as you stroke your cock languidly in your chair, soaking in the sight of the budding romance between the girls.

Finally running out of oxygen, they disconnect in a breathy drunken gasp, their cocktail of saliva stranding and bridging their newfound passion.

“Fuck. That's so hot.” You groan while stroking. Turning to look at you before looking back into each other's eyes, it's as though they both understand each other telepathically, scuttling to land on each side of your cock. Swatting your hand away, both of them place their lips on each side of your shaft, and they begin to slide. You melt as they spread their saliva along your cock, lubing and slobbering all over every inch, all the way from the tip to the base. Working at a snail’s pace, both of their lips connect around your cock, forming an oral cocksleeve that coaxes your precum to leak.

You're losing focus from the pleasure, but you try to gather your thoughts back to evaluating them. Rei's lips are much more plump and juicy as compared to Liz, and Rei is much, much more enthusiastic than Liz. Might have to give this round to Rei instead. Leaning towards Rei, you nod your head internally as you make sex notes.

Although, each slide of their lips along your shaft reduces whatever authoritative aura you have over your reindeer as their full plump lips suckle and bubble, tingling every nerve of your penis. Minutes pass as you savour the sensual blowjob they are performing on you, and you grunt as they pick up speed.

Out of nowhere, Liz decides to switch up the pace. She holds her lips at the base of your cock, allowing Rei to slide upwards. Just as you think that Rei will slide back down, she doesn't. Pushing further, she takes you in, sinking you to the root. She gags, eyes watering, but holds there, throat fluttering.

Liz growls, grabs Rei’s twin tails, yanks her off. “My turn.” She takes your cock in deeper — no gag, nose buried. She hums, vibrations shooting straight up your spine. You suck in a deep breath, visibly impressed as you feel the peristaltic motions of her gullet that moulds and reshapes into a perfect fit for your dick. Tantalising.

Popping off your dick, “No reflex.” Liz tauntingly smirks pulls before going back to the side of your shaft, sliding her lips to your base.

They alternate. Rei choking and drooling. Liz swallows smooth and smug. Juicy plump lips slide across your shaft, tight throats smother your cock. Faster. Sloppier. The room fills with wet gurgles and immoral slurps.

You don't think you can hold back your restraints anymore. Letting loose, you seize their hair — left hand in Liz’s high ponytail, right hand between Rei’s twin reins — and fuck their throats yourself. Rei constricts. Liz welcomes. You can't choose. You don't want to.

“You're both so fucking,” you breath as you admire them work. “Eager.” Every thrust floods the room with their spit, floods the room with their gags and chokes, and floods the room with your submitting grunts.

“Close. W—wanna cum all over your pretty lips.” You let out a choked grunt as you feel the swelling sensation surge within you. Hearing your desire, they both stop their deepthroating and huddle their faces right in front of your tip.