The Night Before Christmas 10

Chapter 10

“You guys aren’t the least bit nervous changing behind a dumpster?” I asked. Even Blitzen seemed relatively calm as they quickly changed.

“Disappointed, Sir?” My aunt asked. “I was a stripper for seven years, and I’ve performed at biker shows with your mom in front of thousands; if someone else sees my titties, it won’t be the last time, and it won’t break my heart.”

“No one would believe it anyway,” Dasher told me as she pulled up her hose. “What are they going to do? Call the cops and say there are seven naked girls behind the dumpster, Sir?”

I liked being called Sir – and not having to ask the girls to do it. They probably did it because they heard my aunt call me Sir.

“It may be a family out shopping,” I warned.

“Damn, aren’t you a worrywart,” Vixen snickered. “You would think it’s you out here getting frosty butt cheeks. We’ve all been through this except Blitzen, and you are probably making her nervous, Sir.”

I apologized and looked down. The girls were hot, and I enjoyed watching them change. I just didn’t want to seem like I was ogling them like a pervert. There was something very sexy about feeling like I was “backstage” with them while they made themselves presentable.

“Are you going to take pictures of us?” Dancer asked – almost as if she was reminding me. I didn’t think they would want some, but all the girls wanted to pose and preen. They just wanted me to text them the pictures. Every girl gave me her number, even Blitzen.

“You SHOULD have your favorite and ONLY Aunt’s phone number,” Daisy chided me playfully before asking me to text her with the pictures. “Let’s get this one out of the way,” she squatted down before getting fully dressed, back to the metal of the dumpster, and began to pee while laughing hysterically.

“C … U…” she worked on spelling Cupid. “Damn, I don’t think I have enough Gatorade in my tank to finish the job. “Anyone else wants to finish spelling my name?” Cupid said that Eddie requested it.

“I’ll do it,” Blitzen raised her hand shyly. She looked at me as if that was okay. Cupid encouraged her to come on up and have a go. “Go ahead and just write N and T in the show if you don’t have enough to spell the whole thing. He’ll consider it the same thing.”

Blitzen smiled but cringed when I took a picture of her while she sat on an invisible chair, with her bare back pressed to the cold metal dumpster.

“You don’t want a picture of this?” I asked.

“I do, Master. I’m just a little disgusted, is all,” she smiled sweetly.

I remember my Dad telling me to be strict with the girls. “I want to see CUPID and not CUNT. If you are going to do something, you will do it ALL the way. Every CUNT line up, and if you don’t want to EAT the yellow snow, I suggest you be ready to splash down CUPID legibly.”

The girls looked at me like I was nuts and then shrugged and lined up – still half-dressed. Titties and asses hanging out. The air was crisp; their butts were frosty, and their nipples were chilled and hardened. It was the most fantastic day of my life.

I was outside with seven very horny, very exciting and very enthusiastic naked women – and only two of them were blood relatives.

“Pee!!” I demanded, and like an obedient racehorse, Blitzen squatted and pissed in the snow.

“Sounds like Rice Krispies,” I observed when Blitzen began to let out a light-yellow stream of pee. The heat rising off of her warm piss condensed just like our breath.

She laughed and begged me to stop making her laugh because she accidentally peed all over her thigh and ankle. “Don’t make me slip in the snow! That’s terrible!” she giggled. “I can’t believe I am doing this.”

“You should be required to piss AND shit outside, you dumb beast! Do you think Reindeer at the North Pole use the toilet, Blitzen?” I asked sarcastically.

At that moment, I heard a car in the parking lot’s ignition and watched as an old man pulled away. He could clearly see us, and he probably overheard me. The blondes in the group (including my sister) waved at him as he drove off. They made no attempt to hide their nudity – it wasn’t that they didn’t care. I suspected the women had chosen this spot specifically because it was close to the park, and they felt confident the person in the car wouldn’t see them.

If the driver did see them, they didn’t say anything, and they didn’t honk their horn. I let out a sigh of relief and watched my warm breath carry in the crisp winter air. All of the reindeer had done this before, and I felt like I was along for the ride – all except for Blitzen. She was a newbie, just like me.

Meanwhile, Blitzen managed to write ‘PI’ in the snow by wriggling obscenely and pissing as carefully as she could – it was strangely one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. It was like she was drizzling lemon oil on the snow and writing with her most intimate body part just because I had told her to, and that turned me on.

“Sorry, Master, that’s all I can do,” she said as she ran her finger down her slit and then flicked a little droplet of her pee in the snow.

“So, are you two an item now?” my Dasher asked coyly – like a high school gossip waiting for us to dish. I waited for Blitzen to answer, and she waited for me. I didn’t know this big, tall, sexy blonde, but she acted like we were old friends now.

“We aren’t dating. She’s married and my neighbor,” I said. Blitzen didn’t seem disappointed at all. I was hoping she might have been so I could tell her that I’d love to be an item with her – whatever that meant.

“I know that, silly; none of the girls here are going to let marriage get in the way of a nice cock. I just meant, are you like a Master and slave now?”

“Oh?” I looked at Blitzen to respond to that question. She was the one who started calling me Master.

“I really just met Nick today. I’ve never had a Master before, and I always wanted to do bondage. Is it okay to call my rider that?”

“You can call him a motherfucker for all I care. There are a few of us who are really into bondage and discipline,” Donder winked at me knowingly. I wasn’t sure what to make of that.

“He doesn’t know anything about BDSM,” my sister clarified as she finished changing.

“How do you know that I don’t?” I quipped.

“I am your sister, and I know you haven’t ever had a girlfriend. I am pretty sure you haven’t done anything kinky unless it was online in a chatroom.”

“Wait a minute,” my aunt asked as she finished her outfit as well. “You ARE a virgin, right?” she grinned like she was going to change that for me.

“No way, a real live virgin?” the five remaining reindeer surrounded me like a pack of hungry hyenas – all except my sister and Aunt.

“He’s my rider, I’ll be having his virginity, thank you very much,” Blitzen spoke up for me and put her arm in mine to let the other girls know that I was taken.

“You didn’t finish writing your name in the snow, and you already sucked my dick to completion.