JoAnne’s Gay-Cock Sucking : New Years Eve

On Kim’s other side was Madison, the shy waitress who sometimes blew patrons under the table, hiding her face (SANDY AND JO’S CHOCOLATE-COATED CUM – PART 2). Though she’d been working part-time as a street whore for more than a year, she still worked at her uncle’s restaurant and still was shy. It was her uncle who’d asked her to do this, as much as her pimp (me), seeking free publicity for his restaurant by having his niece wear her work uniform… black dress pants; a light green, collared, short-sleeved t-shirt with the restaurant’s name on the back; and black dress shoes. She even wore the little green cap with the restaurant‘s name on it and, for her uncle, regularly paused to pose for and look right into the cameras to show it off. (As it turns out, a few of these pictures would be so pretty, they’d end up on several big billboards her uncle would have erected all across the city, over the caption “We’ll feed YOU if YOU feed US.” Needless to say, business skyrocketed after that.)

Also advertising her company’s wares was Debbie, the gorgeous, blonde mattress saleswoman who continuously criss-crosses the country offering blowjob challenges, proving that she can kneel on one of her mattresses giving blowjobs for 24 hours straight (DEBBIE’S SUPERBLOW MATTRESS). As usual, today she wore camel-coloured dress pants, an orange shirt similar to Madison’s, and spike heels, and man! Did her ass look sweet in those pants! Of course, she’d had one of her mattresses carted along so she could kneel on it. Unlike Madison, who said nothing unless spoken too, Debbie regularly spoke into the camera, telling everyone how comfortable the mattress she was kneeling on was, and how she was “willing to kneel here as long as men keep lining up!” She even had her own back-up camera crew available for a full 10 days, to keep shooting should the ploy work and she be forced to stay here that long. She’d sleep at night and shower and dress in new clothes each morning (always in camel-coloured pants though). But she fully expected and, in fact, hoped to still be here for the full time. And, as you might expect, sometimes her announcements were cut short by the next guy in line shoving his rigid rod all the way down her throat, so that her announcements sounded more like:

“This mattress is SO comfortable that I hggghhhhh… hggghhhhh… hggghhhhhhhxkxsxghhh!”

She obviously didn’t mind a bit though, happily starting to thrust her head to and fro to bring the next cock to fruition.

Though today’s blowjobs all were free, true to their origins, Stacey and Stephanie still sold chocolate bars for charity, each girl having a large stack of boxes, filled with assorted chocolate bars, next to where they were kneeling, along with a little coin box so people could pick out the candy they wanted and pay without the girl’s having to handle any money (both girls were FAR too busy). In matching purple and white school sweaters and tight designer jeans, the brunette and blonde did EXTREMELY well, selling over 700 chocolates and making more than $1400 between them. Most guys ate a bar while being blown, while waiting, or both. One guy peeled the paper off of a bar he’d bought and stuffed it three-quarters way up his gay lover’s ass, before offering it to blonde Stephanie, who thanked him, admitting to him that she had been craving one, seeing them sitting there just beyond her reach. As Stephanie bit into it, she noted that the chocolate and shit combination was a bit odd, but not that unpleasant. She hungrily ate the rest of the bar and then opened her mouth up for more ass-flavoured dicks.

Katelyn, the sweet-faced and VERY sweet-assed dark-haired brunette who’d single-handedly saved a grocery store in The Village (KATELYN’S BACK ROOM BLOWJOBS), was surprised to learn that, in fact, many of the patrons she’d been servicing all along were gay. The truth is that no girl in the history of the world had ever made a pair of grocery-store-uniform black dress pants ever look nicer. I’d pleaded with her for months to let me fuck her poop-chute before she’d finally relented. No doubt, many of these gay guys had wanted to as well, and settled for dreaming about her ass and fucking her sweet mouth instead. NOW they were getting a bit closer to their wish, feeding Katie cocks delved out of their own asses. And, luckily, Katelyn was in uniform, making it all that much sweeter.

Erin and Alicia also wore their store uniforms, belonging to the pharmacies where they both worked hard to supply oral massage services to senior males in need of them. Since Erin had started it all, half a year ago, the two pharmacies, belonging to the same chain, had entered into friendly competition, offering Erin and Alicia up for more and more hours. Now, both girls offered their mouths and throats up 8 hours a day Monday through Saturday, and for four hours on Sundays. But both managers had been pleased to have their girls bring their talents and dedication to this event, providing they wore their uniforms for free publicity. Meanwhile, back in the stores, large wall monitors had been set up with direct feeds from on-site videocams, so customers could watch their two favourite girls having their throats pounded while fucking the mouths of a couple of stand-ins (or should I say ‘kneel ins’) - a very pretty, newly-hired blonde clerk named Brynn at Erin’s store; and a deliciously slim East Indian girl named Pracheeta at Alicia’s. As Brynn and Pracheeta worked, they watched the screens too. Both hoped that, once their shifts were over, there still would be time for them to pop over to the big event to join in the fun there.

At the bank where Rhonda worked (RHONDA’S PANTY-LINE BLOWJOB LINE), the girls made sure that they had clearly visible bikini panty-lines any day they were offering their mouths up to male co-workers and patrons for hard assets and liquid deposits. So no one at work was surprised when Rhonda came on TV wearing white front pocket dress pants. Even on TV, the lines of her white nylon panties were inescapable. She wore a pretty gold chain belt, a purple blouse, and heels to go with the pants, and looked lovely. In honour of her branch, she also wore her name tag, something those at the bank proudly pointed out on the screen they’d set up. The cameramen at today’s event featured Rhonda’s sweet panty-lines, often panning in on it to show the millions of viewers watching on TV and the net. When she finally got there, Kaitlyn Smith asked her about it.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm?” she asked, pointing to her own subtle panty-line.

Rhonda had been asked the colour of her panties so many times, she understood the question right away.

“Hmmm,” she said, pointing at the material of her pants.

“Hmmmm?” Kaitlyn asked, a bit surprised that white showed through so well.

“Hmm hmmm,” Rhonda nodded. “Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmmm,” Rhonda explained.

And that’s when both their guys decided to shut them up by shoving their rods ALL THE WAY down their throats and holding them there. Of course, this made Rhonda’s and Kaitlin’s pants even tighter, so both girls stayed like this for over 5 minutes while everyone within earshot got pictures.

Mary and her older sister Kim, having just finished 6 solid weeks of blowing Santa Clauses from all over, came dressed still in the holiday spirit, with lovely Christmas sweaters, tight designer jeans, and the sexy high-heeled boots they got for Christmas from Santa, this year like every year, ever since they’d both blown the ‘real Santa’ on Christmas morning and then popped into the back yard to offer Christmas cheer to all Santa’s reindeer too. The ‘real Santa’ had then used their Dad’s camera to take several hours of flattering video coverage and still pictures of the two sisters as they feasted on deer meat, and showing that video and putting out a huge photo album of those pictures on their coffee table had since become a Christmas tradition for all holiday visitors to enjoy. Dad had long since stopped even trying to hide his Santa suit from them, or the name of the country reindeer farm where he rented the reindeer for them every year.

“So YOU’VE been the Santa bringing the reindeer to the house every year?” Kaitlyn Smith had asked him during an earlier interview.

“Why?” he asked her, invitingly. “Have you been a good girl too?”

Suffice it to say that Kaitlyn has since gotten her Christmas wish every year since.

As for my other girls, Wendy was on JoAnne’s right and my other girlfriend Nadine (Jo, Nadine and I lived together) was on Jo’s left. Like Rhonda, Wendy worked in a bank, though only part-time because she worked at least 40 hours each week on the street. Like Rhonda, she came dressed as she would at her bank, including her trademark black dress pants, to which she always added a colourful ribbon tied into a bow on her right hip, instead of a belt, so that she always looked like a gift. And she certainly had been a gift to me and to males everywhere, having blown more than 20,000 of us horny bastards since she’d started working for me four years ago. Today, her ribbon was red, as were her blouse and heels. Her satin bikini panties, by the way, always were black too, to ‘fill in’ for her black pants whenever she had cause to remove them. For some reason, when I think of Wendy, I always think of her beautiful face and long, light blonde hair; but I always also picture her ass in those pants, with her black panties underneath, and her bows. Today’s TV crews obviously enjoyed her gift-wrapped look, spending lots of time focussing on it all for the TV screen.

Nadine sometimes wore panty suits like Jo, but not today. Because it was, after all, mid winter, she chose to wear warm brown colours, chocolate brown pants, a cream coloured sweater and brown heels. Quickly, all this matched her tongue, which everyone thought was very funny. Next to JoAnne, Nadine gave the best blowjobs I’d ever had... mainly because she so obviously enjoyed it. A TV weather reporter by trade, she’d already been blowing guys at the station and even on the set when I first found her and fell in love. In fact, the first time I met her, she was kneeling in the station break room with her co-worker Jackie, blowing about 50 guys between them. She’d definitely moved up since then, having blown almost 35,000 cocks in the eight years I’d known her, about 5000 of them mine. But, like Jo, she’d never paid attention to whether the guys were straight, gay or bi. Now, she knew that she was reaching out and felt good about it. Besides, her station had just hired a gay co-anchor, and she looked forward to kneeling for him during regular broadcasts from now on. Unquestionably, the station would approve and ratings would soar once again. There’s just something about a gorgeous, nicely-dressed blonde sucking cocks on public TV that makes a weather report more interesting.

My other girls – Heather, Claire and Emily – all were somewhere too, all having dressed in tight designer jeans and sweaters for a kind of girl-next-door look that they knew, from their experience as prostitutes, most guys adore. Kaitlyn Smith’s job was to interview every one of these girls over the next 24 hours she’d be on the air. But she knew that, every time she was moved to where a new girl was, she wouldn’t even be on her knees fully before some cock got shoved into her mouth. Nonetheless, interview the girls she did.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmmm?” she’d ask.

“Hmm hmm hmmm?”

And so on.

About the only question that really was intelligible was the one she asked each and every interviewee:

“Ih hih ih fum?”

Every single girl answered with enthusiastic nods. It really WAS fun.

Perhaps the most heart-felt interview was given by young Kim’s dad, who thanked everyone, from Kim’s mom and teachers and Mr. Stanner, to the scientists running the study his daughter was in, to the organizers of this event, to “every single guy who has thrust his big stick down my daughter’s throat; and to Kim herself, who continues to make us all SO PROUD.” And then he cast his eyes down at his daughter, whose pretty hazel eyes peered straight up into his, and he lowered the microphone he was holding down to Kim’s mom, so Mom could hold it at his belt level while pushing her daughter’s head firmly towards him with her other hand.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmmm (thank you, Daddy),” the teen said, lovingly, turning her head as best she could, first towards the TV and then towards the camera that Grandma held, while Grandpa stood supportively behind her, patiently awaiting HIS turn.

And maybe the most heart-warming moment again involved Kim, when the frail old geezer with the colostomy bag she’d met through school showed up, helped up out of his wheelchair to stand right in front of her, his bag full to the brim. With him just wearing a short white t-shirt, Kim saw that the bag was clipped on only partially, but that was part of the fun. Sure enough, with a few bumps of her nose, the bag broke loose and everything leaked out all over the man’s groin for Kim to enjoy. Everyone laughed and applauded as Kim cleaned the guy up with her mouth and tongue, desperately trying to keep the mess off of the old man’s pants, all the while continuing to give him the best and most loving blowjob she could. Amazingly, she accomplished both objectives, licking him fully clean AND topping off all those tasty mouthfuls of brown semi-solid secretion with a big load of creamy cum. Needless to say, both Kim’s parents were very pleased and impressed, and immediately invited the old man to visit Kim at their home “any time she’s home”.

“Or just call and we’ll happily bring Kim to you at the senior home, whenever she’s free,” Dad volunteered.

Mom laughed: “It isn’t very often that she’s free anymore; but I’m sure she’d love to visit. Wouldn’t you Kim?”

“Hggggghhhhhhh,” Kim nodded as enthusiastically as she could, given the new huge cock rammed all the way down her throat.

By this time, several of Kim’s other classmates had arrived at the event and were on their knees too, including Katie Stanner, the principal’s daughter, whose dad came with her.