Amanda’s Life-Saving Blowjobs : PART 2

Mrs. Scott’s first reaction was shock. But then she glanced at her husband, who was nodding and smiling, and then at Mr. Garrett, who was mouthing the word ‘Wow!’… and she quickly turned to the
three remaining frat boys to ask if they had a cell phone to call their house and gather up a few more.

“It’s only eleven o’clock,” Mrs. Scott said. “I’m sure Manny would love to tell her girl friends she’s blown a truck load of college boys the next time she sees them.”

“Sure, I’ve got one,” Mark, the most outgoing of the group, said, smiling broadly.

“Well... you call them up and then you other two gather round Manny, while we wait for more of your friends to arrive,” Mrs. Scott added. And then, her daughter clearly taken care of, she turned back to Mr. Garrett and, aided by her husband’s loving hand on one shoulder, dropped to her knees in front of the teacher, not three feet from where her daughter was kneeling taking the first of the two unfamiliar boys standing before her into her mouth, planning to alternate between them.

For the next ten minutes or so, Mrs. Scott blew Mr. Garrett while Manny focussed her attention on two, and then all three remaining frat boys. Millie (that was Mrs. Scott’s first name) was pleased that she could still watch her daughter having fun, all the while having some of her own. Naturally, Mr. Scott scurried around redirecting the 3 video-cams to capture both women at work, and then squatted close to his wife first with his digital, and then Manny (who was REALLY enjoying the three cocks on her plate). And all those who had remained had a wonderful double-header to watch and enjoy.

Even alternating between the two cocks in front of her, Manny couldn’t help but listen to Mark as he called back to his house. Before today, she’d never sucked cock. Now she’d sucked so many she’d long since lost count. But she and her girlfriends had often teased about blowing college boys; and now, she might end up blowing dozens . Sliding slowly back and forth along Mr. Garrett’s shaft, she waited for any hint of good news.

“That’s great!” Mark finally said. “Empty the house. Bring everybody down here.”

“Any luck?” Mrs. Scott couldn’t help but ask once Mark’s phone was on his lap again.

Mark nodded. “Yeah! I told them about Manny and everyone is coming down. Do you want me to call more guys I know?”

“Hmm hmmmm!” Amanda nodded emphatically.

“As many as you can,” Mom replied. “Tell them to hmmmm.” She would have said more but Professor Garrett had good-humouredly shoved his cock into her mouth to stifle her.

“It’ll all work out,” he told her reassuringly.

“Hmm hmmmm,” she nodded. He was right.

“I could keep Manny busy all weekend,” the young man cautioned. “Are you sure?” he asked, looking right at Manny.

Amanda, in turn, looked first towards her father. “Hmm hmm hmm hmmm?” she asked, hopefully.

“We’re not going anywhere,” Mr. Scott declared.

“Hmm hmmm?” she asked her mother.

“Hmm HMMM hmm hmmmm!” Mom replied happily, nodding with a little wrinkle in her brow to indicate… “Of COURSE you can!”

“How would YOU like to blow all the guys on EVERY sports team at the college?”

Amanda again nodded vigorously and then she and her mom glanced at each other and both of them were extremely pleased.

As it turns out, one call led to another led to five more. By the time the next morning had rolled around, Amanda had sucked 17 neighbours from up and down the street, 5 male classmates, 33 college boys, and 4 complete strangers.

After she’d finished Mr. Garrett, Mrs. Scott quickly stood up to busy herself whipping up snacks to feed the more than 50 frat boys whom Amanda hadn’t even gotten to yet. But, as soon as she had a range of chips and other snacks on the coffee table and a couple of side tables and stopped to ask “What next?” her husband’s hands came up from behind and pushed her firmly back down to her knees and he announced: “Come get her, Boys!”

Mrs. Scott suddenly disappeared amid a circle of college boys, much like Amanda had done, and her mouth was filled with cock before she could even thank her husband for his thoughtfulness.

“Hmmm hmmmmmm!” she called out from the throng.

Between them, Millie and Amanda Scott satisfied the remaining 50 or so strangers by just past mid-morning. Mrs. Scott often tried to get up to play the hostess, but no one let her. The BEST she could do was answer questions as to where everything was:

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmmmm,” she’d say as she tried to point things out. Not surprisingly, everything that needed to be found was found.

The school basketball team was due to arrive late that afternoon, after Manny and Mr. and Mrs. Scott took about a 5-hour nap. They were to be followed by the hockey team at around 9. But Mom found time to rise up from her knees to call and reschedule the hockey team when Mrs. Sampson showed up holding a really sexy pair of jeans she and her husband (the good reverend) had gone ahead and bought at the very same store she’d talked about the day before.

Amanda was busy with a 6 foot 8 basketball player, but her longing eyes told her Mom everything she needed to know.

“Daddy,” Mrs. Scott said to her husband. “I think, for a break, Manny might like to go work downtown for a few hours tonight. Would you be her pimp?” The way she asked the last question was so cute (her voice rising with every syllable) how could her husband say ‘No’? But, if that weren’t enough, he glanced towards his daughter, who still had managed to turn her head slightly towards him despite the huge athletic cock lodged several inches down her throat. The look in her big beautiful eyes said it all:

“Hmm hmmmm?” she asked excitedly, her eyes so full of longing.

Mr. Scott smiled right back at her: “I’m going to work you really hard, you know. There’s a corner on Talbot East where the Johns are endless. And we’ll make sure you’re right out front.”

Amanda would have squealed with delight, had the 6 foot 8 centre not plunged his cock even further down her throat. But she still showed her delight by wiggling her cute little bum (today donned in nice tight, white short shorts, along with a pink t-shirt and white sneakers to make her look ‘sporty’).

As much fun as it was with the basketball players (in whom she routinely deep-throated 10 to 12 inches and up) she couldn’t wait to slip into her new jeans. At 8:30, about 90 minutes later, she stood in the bathroom mirror, admiring how unbelievable her ass looked in the new dark navy 5-pocket designer stretch jeans she’d been gifted with, that had a cute little pink loop design on each back pocket, plus a sexy chain belt, tight short-sleeved pink top, and Mom’s 2½ inch black heels. As she leaned forward to put on her make-up, Dad stood behind her with his camera, catching everything from her expression in the mirror (doesn’t almost any girl look sexy putting on make-up?) to how her amazingly tight jeans hugged her buns and crack, to the sexy pumps on her feet.

“You look like the perfect little street slut,” her dad said, admiringly. Amanda just beamed when she heard him say this.

“I’m ready,” she said at last, turning to him, her smile as big as a little kid’s on Christmas morning.

“Let’s go then,” he said.

“But wait,” she stopped him. “There’s one more thing I need to do before we go.”

“What’s that, Sweetie?” he asked, having no clue as to her intentions; even though Mom, who was standing in the doorway with her camera out, had a definite inkling.

And that’s why Dad was completely surprised and Mom just smiled and aimed her camera, as Amanda quietly but confidently stepped right up to her father, quickly slipped down to her knees at his feet, and started to sensuously undo HIS zipper.

“Oh shit, Amanda!” he said, suddenly breathless.

“Aim your camera at the mirror, Daddy,” she told him.

And dutifully, he did.

Soon, Amanda would be having the time of her life working as a street hooker. True to his word, Dad would make sure that she stood right out front, right in the light of a street lamp. And, taking no chances, he even would pay a big black pimp standing in the shadows $1000 to (1) work Amanda as one of his girls, and (2) have several of the other hookers just disappear for about 5 hours, leaving just Amanda and a couple of others.

“Let me see what she can do first,” the pimp would say in response, matter-of-factly. Amanda then would drop to her knees right there on the sidewalk and take him down her throat so fast and so expertly, he’d soon ask Mr. Scott if Amanda wanted to work with him every weekend.

“Hmm hmmmmmm!” Amanda would nod excitedly, without a second’s hesitation.

“All right then,” the pimp would say. “Let me call some of my people. You know, to get some increased traffic here to-NIGHT… and REALLY work your little girl’s ass.”

“Thanks so much,” Mr. Scott would say, first squatting down and pulling out his camera to capture a few flattering pictures of Amanda with her new ‘boss’, and then waving to Amanda as he returned to his car to sit until about five minutes later when Amanda climbed into her first car, then himself heading home to give his wife the great news and catch a few hours of shut-eye, before coming back for his daughter at around three.

Amanda’s youthful looks and dark blue skin-tight jeans would be a real traffic stopper that night. Her dad returned at 2:00 to catch the last hour of her fun, and watched in amazement and pride as his little girl was picked up and carted off FIVE times… almost the second she returned from each call. Literally, she would climb out of one car, then walk over to Rufus to give him the money she’d earned, and then return to the edge of the sidewalk to lean into another car that invariably was waiting. With a zoom lens, Dad got several lovely pictures of Amanda leaning into the cars to meet new clients; and yes, damn it, her ass did look absolutely astounding in those jeans, especially wearing those heals.

“We’ll have to buy Manny about ten more pair of those jeans and shoes like that for her own,” Mr. Scott said to himself. “For work AND school.” (To hell with the old school uniform! One look at Amanda like this, and the principal would change the dress code for sure.)

In all, Amanda would end up giving 27 blowjobs to total strangers between 9:00 PM and 3:00 AM, mostly just kneeling in a semi-lit parking lot one block away. One time, she kneeled in the middle of SIX guys, who rotated around her while she blew them all at the same time, the others keeping themselves hard with their hands while waiting to rotate back around to the pretty girl’s mouth every couple of minutes. Her boss, Rufus, was amazed when she returned less than 20 minutes later. But he knew these guys, and the sizeable tip they’d given her was proof they ALL had been satisfied.

But again, that wasn’t this moment in the bathroom; that was later.

Also later would be tomorrow, when she’d have the college hockey team arriving at 10 AM. Then the football team and their two Great Dame mascots after lunch were scheduled to arrive to keep Amanda busy into the evening.

Incidentally, the two Danes were named Brutus and Pluto, and Amanda LOVED both of them. “I guess we’re getting her a Great Dane,” her dad whispered to his wife, who quickly kissed him on the cheek – she and Manny could BOTH drop to their knees to have fun with a Great Dane – “Or maybe WE could get two, so Manny and I don’t have to share,” she suggested slyly.

And then assorted other teams over the rest of the evening and well through the holiday Monday (when she’d wear new jeans dad and mom bought her from the same store as the first pair, plus her own pair of black 3-inch spike heels from a shoe store called ‘Pumps’).

And though she didn’t yet know it, Tuesday, at school, the video that Martin Haverson had made would surface and she’d be put to work again. But again, all that was later.

THIS was right now. And, right NOW - kneeling at the feet of the man she loved more than any other man in the world, with her mom smiling proudly from the doorway aiming her digital camera directly at her, and her own little bum reflecting so nicely in the huge bathroom mirror behind her - was family time.

‘What a lucky girl I am!’ she thought to herself as she peered ahead, opened her lips wide, and slowly leaned forward.

“Smile, Sweetie,” Mom said, after a moment.

“Hmm hmmmm,” Manny said, proudly looking right into the camera for what soon would be her favourite picture of the day… one that, within a week, would hang enlarged and framed on the living room wall behind the couch for ALL to see, AND in the main lobby at her school.