Jo's ass to mounth marathon

This past weekend, the famous, lovely, little blonde prostitute named Jo found herself in an EXTREMELY familiar position: on her knees looking up at a roomful of horny guys. This ALWAYS makes her excited, but on this day she was even more excited than usual. Why? Because Alphonse and the boys had planned for her an entire afternoon of ass-to-mouth fun.

I guess poor little Jo was doomed to this the first time Alphonse saw her in that cute little “panty prostitute outfit” she’d come up with and which she now so often wore to work. Hell! She was so proud of that outfit she even wore it to the mall and grocery shopping. It consists of:

1. A cute orange half-sweater that reaches just past her breasts, ending about two inches above her belly button (so that there’s NO WAY she possibly could stretch it to cover her cute little butt).

2. An extremely cute pair of white, satin bikini panties that look somewhat like bikini bathing suit bottoms because of the double layer of material, but which DEFINITELY are labeled and sold as panties; and

3. A sexy pair of 2 ½ inch, black spike heels.

Wearing that outfit has done absolute wonders for Jo’s already amazingly busy escort and prostitution business. When she’s working the phone, it goes off constantly. She’s on her knees blowing one guy and he’s watching her answer the phone to schedule three more appointments before she’s done with him.

“Hmm hmm?” she asks into the phone, her mouth full of cock.

I keep telling Jo had sweet it is to see her blowing a guy and speaking on the phone at the same time.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm?” she asks me.

“You bet, Jo,” I assure her.

And then she just purrs contentedly: “Hmmmmmmmmmm.”

That outfit also keeps her totally on the run on Friday and Saturday nights when she and her two friends, Nadene and Heather, work the streets. She literally jumps out of one John’s car into the next John’s car en route to another blowjob trick. She never has time to undress… but no one minds. And she just LOVES being kept busy.

Even her horse, Bucky, loves that outfit. He always has a hard-on seeing Jo anyway… but when she’s wearing this outfit… especially when she also wears a little too much make-up to proudly announce to everyone she’s a street hooker… well poor Bucky’s dick gets as long and hard as a baseball bat and Jo immediately has to take care of it.

“Hmm hmm hmm, hmm hmm,” she says to him as she gently strokes his hind leg with one hand.

Jo even went out and bought more panty outfits… different color panties and demi-tops from the same store so that she could add a little variety. But her and my favorite is the orange and white combo.

Not that Jo never wears anything else. She still often wears really tight jeans (she calls them her ‘hooker jeans’)… jeans so tight she almost has to pour herself into them and which also announce to everybody that she is a street hooker. And she has several lovely pairs of dress pants… front-pleated, two pocket kinds… pockets in front, panty line showing in the back… that make her look like a secretary or something, especially when worn with a pretty, tight sweater and heels. She looks really nice and next-door-girlish in these… and of course so nice when she’s on her knees giving blowjobs. I have thousands of pictures of her wearing these and other pairs of tight jeans and her pants… with various guys and even Bucky. And she’s been the star in a few blowjob porn movies that Alphonse has shot of her since he first met her, street hooking a few months ago.

But it’s her favorite panty suit that really got Alphonse’s cock to twitching and mind to working.

“Hey! Blondie! You ever suck a poop stick?” he asked her.

“Hmm?” she asked, peering up at him.

“A poop stick, Babe,” he explained. “Some dude’s cock goes from some ass into your hungry little mouth.”

“Hmm hmm,” she answered, shaking her head as best as she could.

“Hmmmmmmmm,” Alphonse hummed to himself, mulling things over. 

“Hmm hmm?” Jo asked, peering up at him with her beautiful, big brown eyes.

“Just thinking, Girlie-Girl,” Alphonse answered. Jo continued to suck him as he continued to think.

Finally, he told us all his idea. Jo’s mouth would be the center of a full-feature ass-to-mouth marathon movie.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm?” Jo asked hopefully.

“Not this first time,” he said. “Next time maybe a full twenty-four hours. This time… maybe twenty or so guys over three or four hours… just enough to make a real nice movie, after we tidy it up a bit.”

“Hmm hmm,” Jo said in agreement.

He then explained that all three girls would be in the film: Jo, Heather and Nadene. They’d all wear their panty costumes and all would end up on their knees, with Jo in the middle.

“Your two girlie friends will get cocks ready for you… get them hard in their mouths and then stick them up their asses ‘til you’se is ready… then we feed you an afternoon’s worth of poop popsicles.”

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm HMM hmm hmm hmm,” Jo said excitedly.

And everyone else agreed that it WAS a GREAT idea. They’d film it that very next Friday afternoon, starting early so Jo and the other girls could be done in time to go work tricks on the streets by seven or so.

“Hmm hmm,” Jo said appreciatively to Alphonse.

“Don’t mention it, Babe,” he smiled down at her.

Well… all that week Jo could hardly wait until the weekend. She told ALL her regular clients about it.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm. Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm. Hmm hmm, hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm,” she explained to dear old Mr. Phipps, one of her ninety year old plus customers at the senior’s apartment she works Monday and Thursday nights. Everyone was SO happy for her.

On Friday at around eleven, I picked her up and drove her out to see Bucky. She looked AMAZINGLY beautiful in her orange and white panty suit and black heels that day. As usual, I kidded her about bringing a pair of pants or jeans along, just in case she finds herself wanting to cover up her panties.

“What if one of your John’ wants you to blow him in a church again?” I asked her. (That actually had happened.)

“Hmm hmm,” she shook her head adamantly, giving me a blowjob at the door before we went out to the car. No way she’d let me bring pants for her. She was PROUD of her panties and would wear them anywhere. She’d even worn them once on television doing a weather report during her work-swapping week with Nadene, my weather girl girlfriend. Of course, Jo was on her knees blowing the male anchor at the time.