Jo's Ass to Mouth revenge

Once in this dark room, I fully expected her to drop to her knees and start undoing my belt and zipper. But instead, Jackie twirled around, lifted up her skirt, slipped down her panties and asked me to ‘fuck’ her bum.

“Really?” I asked. “Has Nadene been telling you about it?”

Jackie nodded and then bent over forward, opening up her tight white ass to my pleasure.

I pulled my own hard cock out and carefully inserted it into her poop chute. I immediately felt like I was pushing through a whole wad of soft shit.

‘What’s going on?’ I thought to myself.

Jackie was moaning with pleasure as I slowly inserted every bit of my eight inches up her shit hole. And then it seemed she was straining… like she was trying to shit.

Huh?

I hadn’t time to pull out when Jackie suddenly slid forward off my cock, and stood up. A large piece of shit fell to the floor at my feet, followed by another. I watched Jackie in amazement as she smiled, stood up straight and pulled up her panties and tidied her skirt. Then she slipped down to her knees and started to pick the shit up off the floor. I noticed at this point that she was wearing thin latex gloves, like a nurse would wear.

What the…? I thought.

Jackie was smiling as she kneeled upright to my cock level. I looked down… my cock was completely coated with shit… and now Jackie was piling even more of it on my dick with her hands… squishing it down so it stuck. If some fell off, she picked it up and stuck it back on.

That’s when I noticed that the lights had gone on… and that’s when I noticed all the cameras and crew.

Jackie stood up now, smiled and said: “Are you going to give a weather report now?”

“What?” I said incredulously. And then I watched in even more amazement as she left the room, leaving me standing there in front of all these T.V. cameras and live sound equipment with an eight-inch rock hard cock stuck straight out and totally caked in soft shit.

“I… I don’t know how to do a weather report,” I pleaded. I was a writer, not an anchor. “Can someone give me a towel or something?”

But all the crew was just laughing. And Nadene was laughing. And then I saw Jo… and I knew I’d been had.

“Guys,” I pleaded, having no idea what to do. I had to clean up my dick but didn’t want to use my hands.

That’s when Jo left the crew area, came around to the side door Jackie and I had come through and entered the studio. 

“You did this, didn’t you Jo?” I told her as she came in.

“I did,” she chuckled.

“Can you help me clean off?” I asked.

“Uh huh,” she said sweetly. “But first I have to give a weather report,” she said. And then she impressed me by how professionally she did it. Of course, she hadn’t ONLY given blowjobs during her week long swap with Nadene. She seemed so confident as she pointed out the various regions of the national map and told the T.V. audience what was happening and what to expect. Clearly not ashamed to be in front of the cameras like this, Jo was wearing her new baby blue satin panties and heels, with her white half-sweater, just like she’d worn the night working the streets after her Ass-to-Mouth movie. And the way she was standing, in those spike heels and with her legs spread apart, she looked hot and completely sure of herself, like one of Charlie’s Angels.

I was amazed.

I stood there helplessly until she had finished. And then I watched as Jo kneeled down at my feet. She, like Jackie had been, was wearing latex gloves, and she too picked up a bit of shit from the floor to cake it on me.

Wasn’t anyone going to help me?

But then Jo did. She smiled out at the camera, glanced sweetly up at my face, and then looked back towards my shit-buried dick. Then slowly, ever so slowly she leaned forward with her mouth wide, wide open. I could hardly breathe as I watched my cock getting closer and closer to her wide-open mouth… and then saw it ever so slowly, inch by inch, disappear inside her. She kept leaning forward silently until I could feel my cock head pushing past her tonsils and hitting her throat; at least 5 ½ of my inches were inside her mouth. She gagged a bit as my cock hit her throat, with her mouth still wide open. Then she slowly, slowly closed her mouth and I could feel the shit oozing all around my dick.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I moaned.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Jo purred.

As if a dam had burst, about ten members of the crew then rushed into the room with their cameras, mostly still-cameras but also at least three camcorders.

They immediately surrounded us, leaving room however for the main television cameras to focus in on Jo. 

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Jo purred. And then she slowly turned her head towards a whole pack of cameras and looked straight into them. Over the next several minutes, Jo must have done 500 different poses, tilting her head this way and that to pose as prettily as she could for everyone. And all the while I felt my cock totally immersed in soft shit that literally filled every single part of her mouth.

“Look here, Jo,” a cameraman called, and she turned her head to let her eyes find him.

“Now over here, Jo,” another called, and her eyes found him.

Every so often her eyes peered up at me and I could see the amazing twinkle in Jo’s eyes and just how wonderfully proud she was of herself. 

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm (I told you so),” she said to me as she tilted her head back to look up into my face again. “Hmm hmm. (I win.)” And the look in her eyes was SO PROUD.

“You DID win, Jo,” I conceded.

“Hmmmmm,” she chuckled. And then her eyes turned back towards someone else calling her name.

Unlike last Friday, when she gagged continuously for the first several cocks, this time she gagged only occasionally. She was thoroughly enjoying the little prank she had played on me, and was in absolutely no rush to have it end.

As it turns out, one of the photographers standing at the back of the crowd was a huge-name photographer working with a big international fashion journal. He’d heard all about Jo’s new panty-suit look (by now Jo had bought at least a half dozen half sweaters, cute little knitted tops with short sleeves or sleeveless that reached to just below her breasts, to go with more than a dozen assorted satin bikini panties and spike heels.) He’d seen Jo’s first porn video on European television, and this look REALLY excited him and his editors. He’d flown all the way from the Czeck Republic to catch Jo on film. So, whereas most of the guys with cameras just were here for their own interest, he was here to work. No doubt, he was the most demanding photographer Jo ever had worked with. But she was thrilled he was here and she did everything he told her to do.

Although he was very pleased that Jo had shit in her mouth, he wanted her otherwise to look very clean and tidy. Once the initial surge of amateur photos had been taken, space was cleared for him and he set to work while Jo waited patiently, yet excitedly. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have him here taking pix of her like this.

Anyway, he asked that any remaining shit be wiped from the floor. Then he had Jo brush and straighten out her sweater and her panties. He came over to her and re-arranged her panties slightly to cover her bum a little more fully… he liked that look... he loved bikinis… he hated thongs! Then he went back to squatting down not far from her and started directing her.

“Okay, Jo,” he said. “Turn your head a bit and look straight into the camera. Big eyes now.” He looked ito his camera and then back up at Jo. “Do you still have shit in your mouth?” he asked her.

“Hmm hmm,” she nodded.

“You haven’t swallowed any of it?” he checked again.

“Hmm hmm,” she shook her head emphatically.

“Good,” he said, obviously pleased. “Don’t swallow ‘til I tell you.”

“Hmm hmm (okay),” Jo nodded.

“Now tilt your head a little to your right… not too far… back a little bit…”

“Hmm hmm?” she asked.

“Almost,” he said. “But just a little more to your right… PERFECT, Jo.”

He smiled at Jo. “Now I want you to pretend you’re smiling… so, so happy to have all this shit in your mouth.”

“Hmm hmm HMM hmm hmm (but I AM happy),” Jo answered truthfully.

‘A twinkle in your eye… and curl your lips a little bit into a smile… just give me the PRETTIEST smile that you can.”

“Hmm hmm?” Jo asked.

“You’re taking this a bit too seriously, Jo,” he told her. “Just be natural and have fun like you were before with all the other cameramen… don’t be nervous on my account.”

“Hmm hmm (okay),” Jo said.

Jo still seemed a little nervous to be posing in front of such a famous photographer, so he decided just to make small talk.

“They tell me you have a horse, Jo,” he said.

“Hmm hmm,” she nodded happily, her face already brightening.

“And that he’s really a big boy,” he said.

“Hmm hmmmmm,” Jo nodded demonstrably.

“Can I meet him later? Maybe have you change into those white panties and orange top and black heels you wore in your movie, and then can I take pictures of you with him?”

“Hmm hmm,” Jo nodded and squealed excitedly. She’d have to ask someone to take calls for her for a few hours, though. Maybe Jackie would like to try escorting for a bit. Jo looked at Jackie who stood nearby.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm?” she asked her.

Jackie didn’t understand, but I did, so I asked Jackie for Jo.

Jackie laughed. “Sure,” she said, a little nervously. “If Nadene helps me a bit.”

“It’d be fun!” Nadene said. And so it was settled.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm,” Jo thanked them both.

“Now back to me, Jo,” Jacques called her back to him.

“Hmm hmm,” Jo apologized.

“Now you’re too serious again, Jo,” he told her. “Tell me all about your horse. What’s his name?”

“Hmm hmm,” Jo said proudly.

“A VERY nice name,” Jacques smiled and Jo laughed.

“What does Bucky look like?”

“Hmm, hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm, hmm hmm hmm, hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm… hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm,” she said, again so proud of her horse.

“That sound wonderful,” Jacques said thoughtfully as he continued to move himself around, taking more and more pictures from more and more angles. Of course, he wanted to capture Jo’s outfit… but he also wanted to get lots of close-ups of what her mouth was doing… he was sure he could get some of that into the magazine too. And anything else he could show to a big Czeck porn producer he knew.

This strategy clearly was working. Jacques started to take pictures and move around slightly to get Jo from different angles. I just stood there watching the artist, or should I say, the two artists at work.

After Jo described Bucky, Jacques had her tell him all about her fun as a street hooker, and again Jo’s face just brightened.

“Tilt your head a bit the other way, Jo,” he directed her quietly.

“Hmm hmm?” she asked him.

“Very nice,” he answered. 

“Now I just want you to think pretty, and look straight into the camera and smile as prettily as you can.”

Jo had pretty much relaxed now and she certainly knew how to look pretty, especially with a cock in her mouth. 

“PERRRRFECT, Jo,” the famous photographer said. 

A couple of minutes later, he had a competition to see who could tell the funniest joke to make Jo laugh. The shit in Jo’s mouth was pretty much just a thick liquid now, and when she laughed a little bit of it trickled out the left side of her mouth; but Jacques had someone wipe it and he loved Jo’s look when she laughed.

I kept wondering when Jo was going to be able to pull off and swallow all that shit, but she and Jacques clearly were in no rush. 

At one point, someone’s cell phone rang and it was for Jo. Her mother had been watching on television (since the first little bit with Jo and me had been on T.V.) and had called to say ‘Hi’.

“Hmm hmm?” Jo asked Jacques.

“Sure,” he said happily. “This will be good.”

As Jackie held the phone to her ear, Jo spoke with her Mom, and Jacques had more fun with his camera. As mothers and daughters are want to do, Jo and her Mom spoke for about five minutes, but Jacques still was in no rush. Jo, he said later, was a natural… all she needed to do was relax a bit. Finally Jo signaled that she was done with the phone and Jackie took it.

“Hmm hmm hmm?” she asked, wondering what Jacques wanted her to do next.

“I think we’re done with this part, Jo,” he said. “I want you now to slowly slide off, show everyone what you’ve got in your mouth, and then swallow. I’ll direct you.”

“Hmmm, hmm (okay),” Jo said. And then she tilted her head back and looked up at me as she slowly pulled back until I slid quietly out of her mouth. Leaning back with her bum resting on her heels, she opened her mouth to show me how completely full of shit it was. She turned towards all the cameras too and posed a minute for them, especially for Jacques. Then, on Jacques’ cue, she looked back towards me, slowly closed her mouth, waited a few seconds… and then swallowed.

It took several tries to coax the mass of sticky shit down her throat, but she did just that. Then she opened her mouth to show me and everyone else how everything was gone, looked back at my now brown tinged cock, and took me inside her mouth again.

“That’s good, Jo,” Jacques said. “You just have fun blowing him now.”

Slowly and rhythmically, she started to slide her mouth back and forth along my cock, giving me yet another unbelievable blowjob.

“Hmm hmm?” she asked me sweetly.

“It feels wonderful, Jo,” I assured her.

A running joke between Jo and me is that I’m always asking her if she was having fun. I knew I didn’t have to ask now, but I did anyway.

“And are you having fun, Jo?” I asked.

Jo just purred: “Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

As fun as the last movie with Alphonse had been, this had been even MORE fun for her. Jacques was so nice and encouraging, and she had learned so much from him. She couldn’t wait to bring him out to meet Bucky and film her in action with him. 

The brown tinge on my cock gradually washed away with Jo’s saliva. Eventually, Jo had swallowed all of the shit. But by this time my cock was ready to burst and so soon I was deluging her mouth with cum, undoubtedly the biggest load of my life. Jo was SO PLEASED this had happened with Jacques here to capture it on film. 

After my body stopped jerking like someone having a seizure, and I had stopped shooting jets down Jo’s throat, Jo just continued, as she always does just sliding her mouth ever so gently up and down my shaft until I was fully soft. Only then did she slide off, smile up at me, then smile at the cameras and show everyone her unbelievable mouthful of cum, and then swallow.

Jo then asked Jacques if he wanted me to fill her mouth with piss, since she knew I almost always had to piss after a good cum. He nodded and Jo took me back into her mouth, holding me silently there, just inside her lips. When I started to stream, she started blowing me ever so gently again. She drank down all my piss so appreciatively.

“Did I do okay?” she asked Jacques nervously as she helped me do up my zipper. 

“You did WONDERFUL,” he assured her with a smile. And Jo was SO PROUD.
After checking with Jacques, I helped Jo up from her knees and she thanked me for being such a good sport.

“I got you good, didn’t I?” she ribbed me.

“You sure did,” I admitted.

“Now where is this horse of yours?” Jacques asked, wanting to get right back to work. He had a plane to catch at midnight and wanted several more hours of footage of Jo on her knees.

Jo thanked Jackie and Nadene and all the crew for all their help in pulling off this prank, a prank that ended up also being a wonderfully fun career move for her, since being a porn actress and a prostitute was what she always had wanted to be. Now that everything was falling into place, she felt like the luckiest girl in the World.

Jo hurriedly tidied herself up in the bathroom, and then Jo, Jacques and I headed back to Jo’s apartment so Jo could change into the panty suit Jacques had requested. She proudly stepped out of the bathroom to model it for us: her orange top, white panties and black heels. 

“Oo lah lah,” Jacques said.

Jacques also suggested she grab a pair of tight jeans and maybe a single pair of dress pants and several more panties and tops… just in case. It was still just past noon and, if Jo was up to it, he hoped for at least eight or nine more hours of work from her. Maybe catch her working the street for a trick or two and also popping over to see some of Jo’s regulars at the seniors’ home. In fact, maybe he would postpone going home until tomorrow or the next day. There just were so many fun ideas he had for this beautiful young blonde.

Jo was delighted. 

Soon she was on her knees under Bucky and listening to Jacques’ direction again. But by now she was so relaxed and having so much fun that he hardly had to say anything at all.