Nadine and Jo’s BlowJob Swap – PART SEVEN

I was still in that hazy time between being asleep and being awake. My eyes weren’t focused yet. I wasn’t yet sure where I was. One thing I was sure of was an amazing feeling in my dick. The sensation of being sucked.

I tried to sit up a bit, leaning up on my elbows. It took my eyes a moment to adjust. Then I saw them… three amazingly beautiful blondes were lying on the end of my bed, their bums right at the edge and their legs over the edge… all three girls sucking me.

The first girl I watched take me into her mouth was Jo, that amazingly gorgeous, talented and sweet 23-year old prostitute who’d been blowing me regularly now for about 9 months, who had set the World Record for most blowjobs in 24 hours during a televised, twenty-four hour blowjob marathon, and who had set the street prostitute trade ahead twenty years last night by working in a cute little half-sweater, spike heels and the most amazing pair of satin bikini panties I’d ever seen. 

After about ten slow, sensual bobs of her head, JoAnne slid off my dick, and Heather took over. She was the extremely cute blonde secretary who’d been so inspired seeing Jo working as a street hooker on her way to work very early the previous morning that she’d asked if she could try it too; then she’d come out last night and done herself so proud… and had herself so much fun she didn’t want to stop. Ten slow bobs of her head. 

And then Nadene took over… the only one of them with somewhat shorter blonde hair… the gorgeous blonde weather girl whose talented mouth had serviced every guy in our building… but who had liked my ‘taste’ so much she’d moved in with me. 

And then it was back to Jo.

Oh GAWWWWWWD!

“Hi girls,” I sighed.

“Hmm hmmm,” Jo said so sweetly. “Hmm hmm hmmm?”

“I’m fine, Jo,” I answered. “How are you?”

“Hmm hmm,” she answered contentedly.

Then Heather took me back into her mouth.

“And how are you, Heather?” I asked.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm,” she answered playfully. She knew how much I loved girls talking with their mouths full.

The girls still were wearing their hooker outfits: 

Jo in the orange half-sweater that covered only to just past her breasts, her white satin panties that looked somewhat like a bathing suit bikini bottom because I believe it had two layers of material, but which she clearly had found in the panty section of a very fancy store, and black 2 ½ inch spike heels;

Heather in a light blue sweater, tight black, front-pleated, two front pocket dress pants and black heels;

Nadene in her naughty school girl look: a tight white t-shirt, red hot pants, white knee socks and black wide heeled shoes.

All three girls had taken time to fix up their make-up prior to blowing me… what nice girls!

They looked FANTASTIC!!!

The three girls also were a study in different blowjob styles. 

Jo, like her last name, was a gagger. She liked to have men deep in her throat as much as possible. Looking straight at me with her big, beautiful brown eyes, she’d bob her head slowly back and forth along my dick, taking about four inches in with each plunge, and then she’d pause just a second, open her mouth wide, and go deep. She’d lean forward into my crotch until my cock head struck the back of her throat. Then she’d playfully wiggle her head quickly a few times until my cock slipped past whatever was holding it up and slid further down her throat. She’d gag of course, but that was just part of the fun. She’d hold me there, her gorgeous eyes looking straight into mine… and hold me there… and hold me there… sometimes for more than a minute, gagging every few seconds but not seeming to mind a bit. 

Jo also was a girl who really worked a man’s sensitive spot. She found it by tilting her head one way and then the next as she slid her mouth to and fro, her tongue expertly working the underside of a man’s shaft. She told me her mouth could feel a cock really getting excited and that was how she knew she’d found the spot. Of course, she knew my spot so well from the countless times she’d blown me. But she was in no rush to have me or any man shoot. She knew just how to bring a man ever so close to climax, and then to rest that sensitive spot for a bit, tilting her head the other way. She did this to heighten a man’s arousal. She’d bring a man almost to climax several times before finally she’d lead him over the edge. Of course, her mouth always was rewarded with an extra huge mouthful of semen and sperm. She had grown to love the taste of semen and sperm and never was in a rush to swallow it. She just held it in her mouth, still sliding up and down a man’s shaft until it had gone soft… and then she’d swallow the load in her mouth. 

A final important thing about Jo is the look she gives you with her big brown eyes… regardless of whom you are, the look in her eyes is one of love.

Nadene, on the other hand, is a bit more of a licker than a deep throater. I mean, she likes to gag too, but she also loves to lick. She spends about thirty percent of her time with your cock out of her mouth and her face to the side so that her tongue can slide up and down its length. She smiles so big when she does this. Her temperament is more playful than loving. Also, when you are in her mouth, she bobs her head and pumps your cock a little more quickly and her mouth clamps down just a little bit tighter than Jo’s. She also tilts her head back ever so slightly when she plunges forward, with her eyes tilted upward to watch the expression on your face. 

She’s not quite as efficient as Jo. Even though Jo’s head moves slower, her tender working of every man’s sweet spot works magic. Again, in the 24-hour marathon, JoAnne blew and swallowed cum from 240 men; and just the previous night, she apparently blew fifteen in an hour. All without seeming to rush. Amazing!

Nonetheless, being blown by Nadene still is an incredibly wonderful experience, something I tell her several times every day. Since we have started dating and living together, we’ve gone out to parties and dinners. I’m always sure to tell any guy I introduce Nadene to what an amazing cock-sucker she is. She is so happy when I do this and usually ends up on her knees giving them a personal demonstration within minutes. 

“Wow! She IS good,” they all say after they fill her mouth with cum.

Heather, being the newest at this game, still is learning. As these three girls were sucking me, I watched her watching Jo and Nadene as they sucked. Then, when I went back into Heather’s mouth, she’d try whatever she’d just witnessed. She was certainly catching on fast.

If I had to characterize Heather in one word, I’d call her a ‘talker’. Maybe it IS because she’s just new and a little nervous, but she chatters all through blowjobs.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm?” she asks.

“It feels great, Heather,” I say.

“Hmm hmmmm,” she thanks me. Then a moment later she asks: “Hmm hmm?”

“Just great, Heather,” I assure her.

“Hmm hmmm,” she says happily.

She even sometimes asked Jo or Nadene (but especially Jo) a question.

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

“Yes,” Jo answered lovingly. “Just tilt your head to the side and slide back and forth for a few seconds.”

“Hmm hmm,” Heather says, so appreciative for the advice.

Obviously wanting to encourage Heather, Jo and Nadene let the lovely blonde secretary swallow my load this time.

“Hmmmmmm,” Heather said as she held my cum in her mouth.

After they’d finished, I suggested I treat them all to dinner at Nadene’s favorite restaurant (where girls can order waiters and bus boys for dessert). Nadene and Jo told Heather she’d love it, and Heather was thrilled. But first the girls wanted me to take them all to the mall before it closed at five.

“We have one small stop to make,” Jo said slyly.

I quickly showered and dressed and led the girls to my car. Before we left the apartment, I told Jo I had spare keys so I could open up the trunk of my car to retrieve her pants and full sweater, in case she wanted to dress a little more conservatively, given that it was Sunday.

She just scolded me. 

“Uh uh. Don’t you DARE bring those keys!” she laughed.

And so we went to the mall as is.

The girls insisted I stay in my car while they did their quick stop. They also asked for my mailbox key.

“Why?” I asked, handing it over.

“You’ll see,” they said. “We’ll be about fifteen minutes,” they said as they left.

It turned out to be closer to a half hour… but the wait certainly was worth it. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the three girls walking side by side, like Charlie’s Angels. And I knew where they’d been shopping.

Nadene and Heather now were dressed just like Jo… in half-sweaters, bikini panties and spike heels… clothes they’d proudly bought with the previous night’s earnings. 

Nadene was wearing a white sweater, baby blue satin panties and white spike heels; Heather wore a pink three-quarter length sweater with lavender-colored satin panties and black heels. And each girl carried a bag with more panties they’d bought, even Jo.

“Where are your pants and sweaters?” I asked them, noticing that they weren’t in any of the bags.

“We stuffed them into your mailbox,” Heather announced proudly. 

‘No turning back now,’ I thought to myself after Jo handed me the mail key and I glanced over to see that the pharmacy where my mail box was now was closed until the next morning at nine.

“Are you NEVER going to wear pants or jeans again?” I asked them, somewhat concerned. As much as I LOVED the panty look, I also felt these girls all looked amazing in their pants and jeans.

“Of course we will,” they all assured me. “We’re just having fun.”

We’d made dinner reservations for seven, so we had plenty of time to drive out to the country so Jo could show Nadene and Heather her horse Bucky and all the other horses at the stable. If Bucky and his friends had been excited the morning before seeing Jo in her panty outfit, they were triply as excited seeing three girls like that. 

“They’re getting hard-ons!” Heather pointed and laughed.

“That’s the idea!” Jo said.

And then the three girls split up and said ‘Hello’ to all the ‘guys’. 

An hour later, the girls were at the car again, tidying up their lipstick so we could head on to the restaurant. Despite being right downtown and having its very own parking lot, the girls insisted that I park several blocks away so we all could walk. Guys literally were cumming in their pants watching these three pantied babes walking by.

Of course, everyone in the restaurant noticed the three girls walk in. While waiting for their main meal, each girl had two or three guys from neighboring tables as ‘appetizers’. And then the girls shared five waiters, three bus boys, two cooks, the maitre’d and me for dessert.

“Where to now?” I asked them after the girls had finished. 

“Heather wants to meet some of the guys at the seniors apartment,” Jo said. “And Nadene and I want to show the guys our new outfits too.”

And so I drove them there. 

At about ten fifteen, Heather was on her knees meeting Frank and Burt, Jo’s favorite two octogenarians while I snapped picture after picture. The three girls then split up to take care of the rest of the building… a night of freebies for all Jo’s regular clients… just because the girls were having so much fun.

Heather drank piss for the first time.

“Oops!” Jo apologized, hearing about old Mr. Miller’s incontinence. “I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t be silly!” Heather said, already picking up one of Jo’s favorite sayings. “It was fun!”

The girls worked until two. And then Heather wondered if there would be any business at their favorite street corner on a Sunday night.

“Let’s go see!” I suggested.

As expected, it was pretty quiet for the first bit. But then word must have gotten out, because cars started to arrive at about three. Three cars literally arrived at once. Each girl climbed into a car and waved happily at me as they sped off. 

Even so early on a Monday morning, the girls were kept busy until about seven. We stopped at Jo’s favorite fast food place for breakfast. The guy at the window stuck his dick out and Jo leaned out of my convertible to suck it.

“Can you do me one last favor?” Heather asked me afterwards when I suggested driving them all to their homes to sleep.

“Sure,” I said.

“Could you drive me to my work? The office opens at eight.”

“Okay,” I said. Was she truly going to go to work wearing panties instead of pants.

“You can come in when we get there,” she told me. Then she looked at the other girls and they all giggled. The others obviously knew something I didn’t.

Intrigued by what was going to happen, I followed this beautiful blonde secretary into the medical clinic where she worked, and then watched her tell the doctor there that she was quitting her job to become a full time prostitute.

“Really?” her friend Connie said, over-hearing the good news. She came over to Heather and gave her a big hug and they laughed. Connie said she’d come out to, from time to time.

“It really is SO much fun!” Heather told her sincerely. And Connie nodded in agreement.

Heather’s boss was disappointed with Heather’s resignation, but DID ask Heather when and which corner she planned to work when working the streets.

She proudly told him.

“Bye,” she said waving to all her former co-workers as she and I walked back to the elevator.

Heather had come such a long, long way in such a short time. The other girls and I were SO proud of her.

And then when I found out that Nadene was going to work as a prostitute part-time, still working at the T.V. station but also working as an outcall Escort and working the streets several nights a week, it seemed that everything was perfect.

And it was.

The rest of Jo and Nadene’s Swap Week was a blur. At the station, Jo rarely actually gave a weather report, spending almost all her time during broadcasts doing the weathermen rather than the weather. And then she’d join Nadene, Heather and Sabrina in the evenings. By Wednesday, Nadene was back to her old job, but Jo had set the standard now so that Nadene also spent most of her on-air time on her knees. 

The girls went back to usually wearing their oh-so-flatteringly tight pants and jeans. But Friday night ALWAYS was panty night. And on least one other day in the week the girls proudly wore their new panties on full display. Nadene even wore them on the air from time to time and ratings sky-rocketed. 

But her favorite job now was being a prostitute, just like Jo, Heather and Sabrina. Instead of advertising just in the Escort section, the four partners bought a large ad in each daily paper showing all their pretty faces. The ad read:

Sabrina, Jo, Nadene and Heather; one brunette and three blondes…
Put ALL our mouths to work!

Wow!