50,000 Blowjobs for JoAnne – PART I

Later, I dropped JoAnne off at the senior’s apartment building where she and her friend Sabrina still make ‘rounds’ several afternoons a week. Their good friend, Bonnie, who is an older, in-house nurse, always leaves a list for them of all the men who have requested blowjobs for that day. In fact, there are 3 lists… one list of guys who had specifically asked for a blowjob from Sabrina (today, there were 17 names on that list); one list of guys who specifically wanted a blowjob from JoAnne (34 names); and a third list of guys who didn’t care who blew them (“so long as it isn’t me,” Bonnie often would say, smiling); today, there were 15 names on that final list, who Sabrina mostly would take care of. I knew that it would take Jo about 5 hours to finish her list, plus the 1or 2 Sabrina might “save” for her from the non-committed list, so I told her to have fun and I’d be back for her at about 7:30. In the meantime, I had “a couple of things to look into.” Before going, though, I happened to run into Bonnie, who was handing out meds, and privately asked her if she could drum up a few extra guys for Jo to blow.

“She really needs them,” I told her.

Bonnie told me she definitely would check around.

“I’m sure I can find a few more,” she said, with a smile. Like the time Bonnie herself organized a surprise 23rd birthday party for JoAnne at the seniors apartment, leading an entirely unsuspecting Jo to the dining room where there were over one hundred seniors, ranging in age from 65 to 95, waiting for JoAnne to suck, she always was happy to do nice things for JoAnne.

I popped by the station and looked for my ex-girlfriend, Nadine (another gorgeous blonde who still loved me and blew me almost daily), to see if she might have any ideas. I knew, however, that she might be busy. In fact, sure enough, I found her in her accustomed spot in the copy room, kneeling on the floor to blow a line-up of guys while waiting to go on the air to report the weather, starting at 6 p.m. Jackie, her friend and co-reporter, was kneeling not far away, doing the same. I’d just have to try one of the guys at the station. As it turns out, it was a bit of a wild goose chase, which ultimately ended up with me back in the copy room, admiring Nadine who was still having fun. I was steered there by Nadine’s news manager, who had told me that Nadine, herself, had just been approached about providing blowjobs on some kind of seniors cruise. Apparently, some 200 or so senior males, all belonging to the Masons, were going on a 2-week cruise, and they’d been promised daily blowjobs from a group of four young prostitutes from a local agency. But then, at the last moment, everything had fallen flat, so the cruise organizers were scrambling. One of the Masons organizing the whole cruise, incidentally, just happened to be Nadine’s Uncle Charlie. Of course, he’d been cheering Nadine on when she’d entered the first annual 24-hour blowjob marathon for charity that Nadine’s station had put on 4 years ago. Nadine had come in a very respectable third; but JoAnne literally had blown away both the competition and the previous world record for blowjobs to different men in a 24-hour period. So, naturally, he thought of Nadine as a girl who might be able to help bail him out. Sadly, Nadine had to say ‘No’, because she’d promised Sabrina, the full-time prostitute she now helped out part-time, that she’d take on a couple of extra hockey teams down at the rink on Wednesday and Friday nights for the next few weeks. And the cruise ship was leaving from Vancouver, 3000 kilometres away, the next day.

All this sounded perfect for JoAnne, though, if Uncle Charlie still needed a girl. Nadine was very excited for Jo, when I finally got to speak to her (Nadine was still blowing two guys, but now I was next in line for a blowjob, so she could listen to me tell her what I knew about the cruise and about Jo’s birthday wish.)

“Hmm hmm hmmm,” Nadine told me. And she quickly whipped a piece of paper out of her purse to give me. On it was Uncle Charlie’s number.

“Would you be able to take some of Jo’s calls at the senior’s home while she’s away?” I asked Nadine.

“Hmm hmmmm!” she nodded, happily. Of course!

Uncle Charlie was at his wits end when I reached him. He had been thinking he’d have to give all the Masons on the cruise a partial refund, given that there would be no girls. And, of course, it would have to come from creatively-derived places, since much of the money had already been spent. When I mentioned JoAnne, he was very relieved.

“But, you know,” he cautioned. “A lot of these guys are old; many are fat; and some are even incontinent of urine or stool, or both. Do you think your young blonde can handle all that?”

I suddenly thought of lovely young blonde JoAnne, on her knees amid 225 incontinent seniors smelling of piss and poop, taking each and every one of them into her mouth… and I smiled.

“She’ll love it,” I told him, confidently.

But Uncle Charlie still was concerned. “But there are about 225 of us, all told, so we’ll need at least a couple of more girls, won’t we?” he asked.

I laughed.

“Jo wouldn’t hear of it,” I said. And then I told him of Jo’s drive to 50,000, and her most-recent world record of 277 blowjobs over 24 hours, and he was VERY impressed.

When I picked Jo up at 7:30 at the seniors’ home to drive her to her downtown corner for her to work there, I couldn’t hide my smile.

Jo knew the look. “You’ve been a bad boy,” she told me, knowingly.

“Uh uh,” I retorted. “I’ve been a very good boy.”

The next day, with just nine days left until Jo turned 25, we set off. Jo had blown 47 at the senior’s apartment (Bonnie had been a real dear and drummed up 10 extras for her, even hauling in a couple of old homeless men she knew spent a lot of their time hanging out near the apartment dumpsters), and another 31 working the streets between 8 p.m. and 2 a.m., so she was now in need of 1722 more blowjobs to meet her goal when she woke up at 8:30 on the next morning. It would take a full 5-hour flight for Jo and me to get from our inland home to the coast of B.C., where the cruise ship was moored, but the 3-hour time change was on our side. I even had the chance to bring Jo out to visit Bucky and a few of his friends in the stable for a couple of hours before we rushed to the airport for our noon-time departure. Jo was very sad that she wouldn’t get to see her horse for a full 2 weeks, so she spent a full hour kneeling at his hind end, facing and lovingly sucking on the amazing 24-inch member that already had been down her throat thousands of times over the last 6 years. Bucky, in turn, rewarded the girl that he loved (Jo called herself his ‘Mommy’) with 5 humungous mouthfuls of tasty cream. We left the stable with her needing 1711 more blowjobs.

We boarded the plane at noon, with JoAnne still savouring the taste of Bucky’s milk in her mouth. The boat was due to leave at 4 in the afternoon, and we were just going to make it. Because we feared the plane cabin might be cool, so did wear jeans (tight, tight navy blue 5-pocket jeans), to go with a short sleeved yellow sweater and black 3-inch spiked heels. JoAnne slept a bit on the plane, but really was too excited to sleep much. About an hour into the flight, she woke up and slipped down to her knees in front of me (we were in the front row, first class) and started to blow me. The pretty young stewardess working first class saw this and came over to talk to me. She was very cute, with long light brown hair in a ponytail and the sweetest face. And she looked very nice in her uniform, consisting of a customary white blouse (she’d already taken her jacket off), a red cravat tied around her neck, nicely tight navy blue front pleated pants, and black heels.

When I told her that JoAnne was just practicing for a 2-week cruise, she said she wished she could be on it too. An old guy across the aisle heard this and offered his cock for her to suck.

“I have to serve you your meal first,” she laughed.

As it turns out, first class was filled with business men, about 15 of them, including two men visiting Canada from India and three from Hong Kong. And sure enough, as Claire (that was the stewardess’ name) handed out trays, she asked each patron if he wanted a blowjob after his meal. Suffice it to say that Claire’s offer was unanimously accepted; and, within half an hour, this 23 year-old stewardess was kneeling in the aisle at the front and JoAnne was kneeling at the back, both providing executive in-flight service. I pulled out my cameras, a digital still camera and my videocam, and alternated taking lovely still pictures and video coverage of Claire in action and posing with her mouth being boarded by one cock after another. Eventually, the co-pilot and later the pilot came out to navigate the pretty stewardess’ mouth; and she was very pleased. Claire blew me last, her 11th blowjob in 2 ½ hours (JoAnne had blown everyone twice in that span, adding 34 blowjobs to her total and reducing her countdown to 1677), and finally asked me if there was any way she could join the cruise mid-way, since she had a week’s worth of down time coming up. Jo and I were both buckled into our seats as Claire and the two of us worked out the final details. In a perfect twist of fate, it turned out that we would be docking in Salina Cruz, at the very southern extreme of Mexico, overnight on the 9th night, and Claire’s airline had a flight there.

“Come in uniform,” I suggested to her. “Every guy wants to plug the mouth of a stewardess.”

She laughed and thanked us both. We would see her in nine days and she’d be with us for the entire return journey to Vancouver.

In the taxi on the way to the peer, Jo still couldn’t wait to be on the ship and see where she’d be spending the next 14 days.

“I hope it’s not a little room somewhere near the engine room,” she said, worriedly, not wanting to be tucked away where people couldn’t see her.

I repeated what Charlie had told me, which was that Jo would be kneeling comfortably on a slightly raised, carpeted platform in a nice big ballroom where everyone could see her. As it turns out, there would be plenty of room on the platform for both JoAnne and Claire, and the platform was raised enough that everyone in truly a huge ballroom/dining room would be able to see her/them, even while eating their dinner. And, if they couldn’t, there were numerous cameras set up and a couple of cameramen, and every wall had been set up with a huge digital screen, so that continuous video coverage of the girl, and then the two girls in action, would be provided to everyone. Throughout the ship, dozens and dozens of screens were set up that would broadcast Jo in action (and later, Claire as well) live for all to enjoy. And, of course, everything also was to be on the internet, so people everywhere could watch the two girls’ fun.