JoAnne’s First Official Blow-Bang

I’ve written tons of sex stories now. Some of you don’t really care for my oral fixation, and specifically how I love my girls to give dozens and dozens of blowjobs in succession (no pun intended), and while still nicely dressed. ‘Why still dressed?’ you might ask. Well, when a girl is blowing you fully dressed, it means a few things: (1) it means that all she wants is to satisfy your cock with her mouth; (2) it means that she’s being very spontaneous; and (3) it means she’s almost certainly going to swallow your cum, so it doesn’t mess up her nice clothes.

I realize that this type of sexual scenario isn’t for everyone. But many of you obviously love these stories, based upon all the loyal fans I have and the extremely high ratings I get. Some of you even tell me your favorite girls from my stories: like Nadine, Kim Henry, Kaitlin the Reporter, Kim the Weather Girl, Stephanie the door-to-door chocolates and blowjobs girl, Mary the santa lover, Sandy the bank teller, and Darcy the Sports Reporter, among many others. But of all the girls I’ve had in my stories, BY FAR the most popular is the amazing JoAnne.

To begin with, JoAnne appears in my stories far more often than any other girl. In fact, her name (usually shortened to Jo) appears in no fewer than 26 of my 78 titles (meaning that she is the main character in those stories), and she also appears (often as a major character) in probably 20 more of my tales. But she also is the best girl in my stories in so many ways. I write about her this way, and feel this way as well.

“Why?” you ask. Why my fixation with this lovely fictional blonde named JoAnne.

The answer is: she isn’t fictional. The JoAnne G. I write about, in all these stories, really exists. This real JoAnne has sucked MY cock hundreds of times (way too many to count), as well as the cocks of countless others (as an escort and, sometimes, just as a friend). And though she doesn’t officially work as an escort anymore, she still serves several regulars with her extremely talented mouth, still has friends she blows just for fun, and still gives the best damn blowjobs anywhere on the planet (and, quite likely, the universe).

I won’t go into much detail how I met JoAnne, other than saying I found her about a decade ago through a very sexy newspaper ad that I still have that reads – “18 y/o beautiful blonde student - on my knees & eager to please.” THAT ad was far too good for me to pass up, and I’m sure glad I didn’t. Not only was JoAnne the most beautiful blonde girl I’d ever seen, but she gave me a blowjob that can only be described as heavenly. Never had my cock every tingled so much in ecstasy as that first time in Jo’s sweet, sweet mouth. I immediately fell in love with her; and, when she finally admitted to me her working conditions, I rescued her from a very abusive pimp and set her up with her own place so she could find some work other than escorting... I even found her a job.

But she hated this new office work, and then told me she actually ENJOYED escorting, especially giving blowjobs, and begged me to let her go back to it. I was nervous about it, but she assured me that all she ever did was use her mouth (even then, she never stripped past bra, panties and heels), and that most of her clients were nicer old men or nice guys she’d come to know. What could I do? Though I worried constantly about her, I gradually got used to the idea, and realized that she, in fact, WAS very careful (at least relative to most escorts)

And when she asked me if I’d take pictures of her with one of her clients (because the horny old fart requested this), I did so, and saw firsthand how PROUD and GORGEOUS Jo was posing with a nice big cock in her mouth. She was a natural porn star if ever there was one. And that’s when I started taking pictures of her regularly (when she was blowing me using mirrors, and with others). And that’s when I truly fell in love with this amazing girl.

JoAnne isn’t 18 anymore. She isn’t even blonde anymore – her natural hair colour is a lovely deep brown, though she sometimes gets blonde highlights. But she still looks like she’s in her early twenties, still has a trim figure and an unbelievably sweet little ass, and still looks absolutely AMAZING, ESPECIALLY when she has a nice juicy cock in her mouth. Her voice is soft and youthful, and so, so sweet. Everything about this girl is angelic!

And so, let me tell you about a party that I threw for JoAnne when I helped move her into her second apartment – a sort of housewarming, if you will. Please note: THIS STORY ACTUALLY HAPPENED! It is NOT fictional, and I have the pictures to prove it. It was JoAnne’s first official blow-bang (though she had sucked two guys at the same time countless times before). In essence then, instead of a simple housewarming party, it was more of a ‘Mouth-swarming Party’, with JoAnne’s lovely, talented, and insatiable mouth the centre of everyone’s attention.

So here goes:

The first apartment I set JoAnne up in was nice enough, I guess, but JoAnne didn’t like it for one major reason: there was very little privacy. And, once JoAnne had decided that she wanted to go back to escorting (in fact, she’d never really stopped), privacy was important. Having an endless stream of cars parking right in front of her place, and guys entering her apartment and then leaving again 15-30 minutes later all day long, was kind of hard to explain to the elderly, church-going woman who routinely sat out on her porch across the parking lot from JoAnne’s door. It wasn’t that Jo cared that much about what the old woman thought... it’s just that the landlord had been told and now was watching out for this.

And so, several months after she’d moved in there, I helped move Jo out to a nice high-rise apartment downtown, where clients could clearly come and go with relative immunity. JoAnne LOVED the apartment because of the huge windows that looked out to the city-scape around her, especially because she was several floors up. And there were hardwood floors, except for carpet in one half of the big living room (why that was I’ll never know, but it gave the room an interesting look). And she had a nice big bedroom (also with a nice big window), and a cute open-concept kitchen and a cute little bathroom. It was perfect.

The only problem moving in was that the place was unfurnished, unlike the first apartment, and we found out too late that most of the furniture we’d ordered for her wouldn’t arrive until about 2 or 3 days AFTER her time at the other apartment had run out and she’d have to move in here. I did get a mattress for her to put on the floor, and a kitchen table with 4 chairs (from a thrift store)... but that was it. No couch, no armchairs, no TV; they were all coming later. It’d be pretty boring for her there those first couple of days. And THAT’s when I approached JoAnne with an idea.

“How about a house-warming party?” I said.

“With no furniture?” she retorted, wrinkling up her nose.

“We’ll invite some of your favourite regulars, plus a few nice guys I know from my work...”

She just watched me, silently, not yet sure where I was going with this.

“... and it’ll be BYOB, but I’ll supply the pizza...”

Go on.

“... and the only furniture we’ll REALLY need is this little cushion for you...” I smiled... “to kneel on.”

And that’s when I pulled out this cute little, pink and purple flower cushion I’d picked up at the store.

JoAnne looked at it a second and then laughed.

“What’d you think?” I pressed her.

“How many guys?” she asked, brightly. I was pleased that she seemed to be at least considering it.

“How many do you want?”

She looked at me with a smirk on her face... and then said “If I get ten of my regulars, can you get ten of your friends?”

“Twenty guys?” I asked her, in disbelief. I’d been thinking maybe more like 6 to 8.

“Twenty to thirty,” she said... and that’s when she stepped up close to me and started rubbing my crotch with her right hand. She WAS serious.

Needless to say, when she started blowing me right then and there, I became putty in her hands. I’d go so far as to call 2000 guys if she wanted me to.

The trick now was me selecting the right ten to fifteen guys from work. Many of Jo’s clients were probably married; but she wanted my friends to be single. And, since she’d never sucked black cock before (incredibly enough), she desperately wanted some of that. Being the owner of my company meant that there was no way I was going to get fired for spreading word about JoAnne and her party at work. But I didn’t want to offend anyone either. So I had to be careful about things. Nonetheless, all through the week I quietly approached people, telling them about Jo’s party and showing them a lovely picture of her.

“THAT gorgeous girl wants to suck the cocks of 20-30 strangers?” one guy asked, in utter disbelief.

I nodded. She did.

Gradually, I collected about 20 yeses/maybes. If half these guys showed up, I’d at least have my ten.

Meanwhile, JoAnne was making calls, and also invited about 20 guys, offering FREE blowjobs to them instead of the $80 per blow she’d had to charge when she’d worked for that pimp. Surely, some of them would take her up on this great offer.

And then Friday came and I helped move boxes and her clothes from one apartment to the other, and to tidy up in time for Saturday afternoon’s party. On Saturday at about 2 o’clock, I placed a little sign on the elevator saying - JoAnne’s housewarming party, Apt. #604 – and then went up to join JoAnne and wait. Having told people that it was an ‘open-house format’ that would run from 3 PM until whenever, I called to order pizza at 3 o’clock, while JoAnne was blowing me, and then relaxed as Jo made me cum in her mouth three times.

At 3:30, no one had arrived and Jo was getting worried. She was so excited she actually already was in the centre of the big living room kneeling on her little cushion, just waiting.

“I’m sure people will come,” I assured her.

She shrugged sadly and motioned me forward so she could blow me again, but all the time, her eyes were directed longingly towards the door.

The first two who arrived showed up at about 3:45. JoAnne looked up at me excitedly when the knock came. I went to the door and opened it... and smiled. Though there were just two guys, the two were big and black, so at least one of JoAnne’s big wishes would be fulfilled. As soon as she saw these two big guys, she was all smiles as she waved to them from her knees.

“Go on in and start up on her, man,” I said, trying to sound cool. Jo was so pleased she could hardly contain her excitement as she unzipped them. They both were HUGE, cock-wise, and JoAnne was so proud when I told her to pose with the first of these two huge black snakes in her mouth, both of them at LEAST 12 inches long and as thick around as JoAnne’s arm.

“Hmm hmmmmm!” she sang, playfully, her mouth stretched to the max.

Over the next half hour, JoAnne happily played with the two huge black cocks before her, trying to take each one as far down her throat as possible. To this point, she’d never had to handle more than about a 9 or 10-incher before, and none nearly this thick. So it, admittedly, was a bit of a struggle for her to shove these shafts deep down her throat... but, with perseverance, she did manage to get more and more of them into her mouth, and ultimately was posing for a picture with all but about 1 ½ inches of this one cock inside her when we all heard a knock at the door again.

“Just hold it,” I told her as I rushed over to see who was there. I glanced back as I opened the door, to see Jo’s closest eye watching the door intently, the cock still buried so deep in the throat she couldn’t turn all the way towards me.

It was the pizzas, and Jo seemed visibly disappointed as I carried them (I’d ordered 8 of them) over to the table. But, no sooner had I put them down did we all hear another knock, and I returned to the door. Had I short-changed the guy?

But it WASN’T the pizza guy anymore.

“Come on in!” I said happily, opening the door up wide to let another five men in.

Jo was, in a word, relieved that more had come, as it was now almost 4:15. I knew three of them, but the other two were among Jo’s list on invited regulars, who’d just happened to show up at the same time.

Jo waved ‘Hi’ as best she could, and I told people to help themselves to pizza and whatever beer they’d brought and then “just gather around.” Soon, they all were laughing and munching pizza in a circle as my lovely JoAnne was posing for more pictures. Some of these visitors had cameras too, and I encouraged them to use them.

By the time JoAnne finished blowing her two big black men, and the next group of three had stepped forward to utilize her mouth, I’d let another 7 guys in, and it was clear that this truly was becoming a mouth-swarming party. JoAnne clearly loved being the centre of attention, her eyes darting this way and that as she tried to keep up with all the jokes and conversation going on above her head, and with all the cameras pointed her way, all the while sucking these three men (from my work) she’d never met before and wanted to make a great impression on.

One of the JoAnne’s regulars who’d shown up was, believe it or not, 87-years old, brought there by his 64-year old son, both of whom Jo had serviced many times. It was, in a word, heart-warming seeing JoAnne thoroughly enjoying this elderly gentleman and his son.

“Look here, Jo!” I said, snapping several lovely pictures of her.

It took awhile, but Jo’s talented mouth ultimately did have this frail octogenarian shooting his wad, which she proudly demonstrated to me as I focussed my camera again.

Once she swallowed, she sucked him a bit more to milk the last cum out of his penis, and then kissed it. (Later, she admitted that the old guy had “peed a little bit”, but she’d just swallowed it as always. She never let on with these old guys.

By the time 6 o’clock rolled around, we’d met our minimum quota of twenty guys, and Jo was clearly happy for that. But she was far from done. Between 6 and 7 o’clock, 15 more guys showed up, and the room truly was filling up. Though some left after Jo had blown them (like the old man and his son), many stayed around just to drink beer and chat and eat; and, of course, to enjoy watching this beautiful blonde on her knees blowing so many. Not only was her face so lovely and her gorgeous long blonde hair, but her ass looked incredible in those jeans she was wearing with her on her knees leaning forward into the crotches of all these horny guys. Watching her was definitely better than watching some dumb baseball game back home.

By now, guys were showing up faster than Jo could possibly finish them up, so the crowd around her waiting to be sucked just kept getting bigger and bigger. JoAnne had started to just open her mouth wide and fuck these guys with her throat.

“Hggxxx, hggxxx, hggxxx, hggxxx...” she said.

Things didn’t really even begin to slow down until past 10 o’clock. I’d long since stopped counting guests at 50, a number reached we presume because some of these guys Jo and I had invited had in turn invited their own friends. JoAnne didn’t mind. The more, the merrier. And at least eight of them had been black, so Jo had enjoyed lots of the tasty dark meat she’d craved for so long.

At ten o’clock, Jo was back sucking those same two black men she’d started with, the last two remaining.

“Thanks for sticking around, guys,” I told them as they both fucked Jo’s throat.

“No sweat!” one of them, a guy I know named Victor, said.

JoAnne was in no hurry to finish these guys. Slowly and sensuously, twisting and tilting her head side to side and forward and back to capture all sides and angles of each cock with her tongue, she now slid her mouth to and fro, up and down one guy, and then the other, all the while watching both men’s faces with her beautiful, big brown eyes, while her sweet little ass moved erotically in time with each slow forward thrust. They were casual jeans she was wearing, but they STILL looked amazing on her, as tight as they were when she leaned in like this.

“Hmmmmmmm!” she purred, as happy as a cat in a blanket.

The last two mouthfuls these guys rewarded her with completely filled her mouth, and she savoured their semen and sperm like it was dessert, posing for a last few flattering pictures before finally swallowing it all.

Jo made sure that both these guys wrote down her phone number so they could call her “anytime.”

“How much next time?” they asked.

“You boys are free,” she laughed.

Finally, by about 11 o’clock, it was just JoAnne and me, 8 empty pizza boxes and about 150 empty bottles of beer.

Still on her knees, JoAnne just rested her bum back against her shoes as she watched me start to gather the bottles up. I’d find a couple of boxes for them and bring them all back for recycling on Monday.

“Is there any pizza left?” she asked me.

I checked the boxes one last time... but no, there wasn’t.

“I’m sorry, Jo,” I said.

“Then c’mere you!” she said.

I turned towards her, empty boxes in both hands. What?

“You can do that LATER,” she said, kneeling upright again and pointing right at my crotch. “The pizza’s gone, but I see some sausage that I still want.”

I laughed. JoAnne was amazing. Having just given somewhere between 50 and 60 blowjobs, she still wanted more. I walked over to her with more love in my heart than I’d ever felt for anybody. She smiled up at me lovingly as she undid my belt and zipper.

“You’re not too tired?” I asked her with concern as she took me into her mouth.

“Hmm hmmm!” she answered emphatically, shaking her head. She’d NEVER be too tired for THIS!

Over the next hour, she made my cock tingle continuously. I shot my load too many times to count, but she just kept sucking, slowly sliding to and fro along my shaft as her eyes watched my stunned but blissful expression.

sweet girl - she still had my cock in her mouth when we both fell asleep on that old mattress on the floor. And when I woke up about 10 hours later with the mid morning sun, that hadn’t changed. It looked like JoAnne was destined to have ‘breakfast in bed’ when she woke up.