Nadine and Jo’s BlowJob Swap – PART THREE

Jo DID return first. When she came to join us on the side-walk, her hair was mussed and her lipstick a bit smudged, but she was smiling ear to ear.

“Was it fun?” I asked her.

“He kind of grabbed my hair and face fucked me…” she said. “But it was great!” 

Of course, Jo was used to being face-fucked, especially by one of her hockey teams, which seemed to make a game out of gagging her as much as possible.

Jo pulled a small mirror out of her purse and bent over to fix her lipstick just as another car pulled up and stopped. Jo turned her head and saw a big fat finger pointing her way.

“Off I go,” she said gaily as she turned to talk to him at his window. 

As she leaned into the car, again I marveled at how AMAZING her little bum looked with her wearing those tight white shorts and those 2 ½ inch heels. She WAS going to be kept busy.

Ten minutes later, Jo returned and Nadine was still nowhere to be seen. A big black stretch limousine already was waiting for Jo when she stepped out of the one car. She’d have to fix her lipstick in the limo, she was told. She waved and got in. As the limo slowly pulled forward, the back window opened to reveal that Jo was surrounded by several black men.

“I’ll be about an hour,” Jo called out happily. 

And then I heard a burly voice say… “C’mon here bitch. You’ve got lotsa cocks to suck in here.”

Jo laughed, waved again and then disappeared as the window rolled up again.

“He’s a big drug dealer,” Vivian told me. “Lotsa money. He and his buddies’ll keep Jo on her knees awhile. They like to pump their girls all at once.”

I admit I was getting both horny and jealous watching Jo drive off to suck all these other men’s cocks. But I truly was happy that she obviously was having fun.

I found out that the ‘office’ girls generally went to in order to give their blowjobs was a parking lot next to a large fitness centre about three blocks down. There was plenty of room for girls to each find a corner, so that it was possible that Jo and Nadine both were there now.

“Not likely the younger one, Honey,” Vivian told me, speaking of Jo. “Big Jake usually takes his girls to a different place where he and his boys can really fuck their faces in peace.”

“She’ll be alright, though,” I asked with some concern,

“Oh Yes, Honey.” Jake is a gentleman… he’s just a little rough on a girl’s throat.”

‘Jo’s used to that,’ I thought again.

Nadine WAS the next to return. The guys in the car called out to her as she returned to where we were standing. 

‘You come back tomorrow night… here?” they said.

“Okay,” Nadine said, laughing.

“Promise?” they pressed her.

“Promise,” she said.

“How was it?” I asked her after I’d kissed her on the cheek. She nestled in my arm and told me that she’d had fun. “The street guys ARE a little rougher,” she said. “But not too rough.”

I could see that her hair was really mussed up in the back.

“Have you had enough?” I asked her.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said. “Where’s Jo?”

I told her that Jo was on her third call and had just been whisked away in a big limousine to suck who knows how many men. Nadine nodded happily. “I saw a few limousines pass by the parking lot where they took me and I was hoping one would come around for me.” She smiled cutely and her eyes lit up.

“Don’t worry, Babe,” Vivian told her. “You’ll get your wish… guaranteed. Jake’ll be back for you before you know it.”

“Who’s Jake?” she whispered to me.

“A big drug dealer who’s got lots of money. Apparently he’s got Jo in some kind of oral gang bang right now.”

“Sounds fun!” she said.

Well… sure enough, after another call in a beat up old Chevy, Nadine returned to find a stretch limousine waiting for her. 

“Get in here, Bitch!” a voice in the back called out.

“Is Jo in there?” Nadine asked as she rushed to the open window. Then the door opened and Nadine got in. She shook her head to let us know that Jo wasn’t there. And then we saw a big black hand reach up, grab her head and force her head down, presumably into somebody’s lap.

I expected the car window to roll up and the limousine to drive away again, but it didn’t. A smiling black face with big white teeth appeared and called me over. 

I went over to talk to him. Peeking into the car, I could see that Nadine already was on her knees on the floor between the two second row seats, and that her head WAS in fact bobbing up and down in somebody’s lap. There were six black guys in the car with her: the driver, the front passenger, two in the second row and three in the back. I glanced back at Nadine, who was diligently at work with her little bum aimed straight up at me and a big black hand fondling it. Gawd! Those jeans looked good on her!

“You with T.V.?” the guy at my window asked.

“Yes,” I answered.

“You got cameras and sound?” he asked.

I nodded and pointed towards Mike and Jeff.

“We be having a party wit your two little girls and Jake thought it’d be sweet to make a little movie for the net… but his equipment all got confiscated. You guys into coming along? Take some pix? Shoot a little action?”

I looked at the other guys and they were nodding.

“Sure,” I said. 

“We goin’ to make your two girlies first rate porn stars.”

Again I glanced back at Nadine, who must have heard what the guy had said, but whose head continued to calmly and rhythmically slide up and down in this second guy’s lap. HE Had a huge grin on his face.

“You okay with that, Nadine?” I called out laughingly. I KNEW she wouldn’t mind. And, of course she didn’t.

“Hmm hmm,” she mumbled pleasantly, and I knew she’d given an emphatic ‘Yes’.

“Just meet us at the corner up three blocks and then follow us,” the guy at the window said. “My name’s Alphonse.” And the black guy with the big smile gave me his hand.

“Okay!” I said, shaking it. 

As I walked back to the others, I was smiling. This was a HUGE break for everyone. We could get coverage of these two prostitutes in action… and Jo and Nadine would have loads of fun making a movie like this.

Mike, Jeff and I walked the two blocks to my car, discussing the endless possibilities that existed here. We then drove back the one remaining block to meet the limousine as arranged. Then we followed the big black car for about a mile to a big warehouse. In back was a big, well lit parking lot filled with people. At least thirty guys and maybe five or six young women. Everyone was black except for us. From the way they were dressed and the excess make-up on their faces, I was pretty sure the women all were prostitutes like Nadene and Jo. But, unlike Jo and Nadine, the black girls didn’t seem to be working, instead just standing around laughing with the boys. Almost everyone had a beer and there seemed to be a barbecue lit… someone was cooking sausages.

I parked my car and the three of us guys got out. Then I walked over to Nadine’s limo and the back window rolled down.

“This be the place,” Alphonso, said. “You just find your other little girl. We’z gonna take this one… Nadeeeeen” (he had fun saying her name) “around the side with us.” He peered down to where Nadine’s head was bobbing up and down in his own lap, his hand resting gently on the back of her head while someone else’s hand was on her ass.

“She’s not getting out here?” I asked.

“Not right now,” he said. “We’re not finished with her yet. Are we Nadeeeeen?” And with that he pushed her head gently but firmly down onto his shaft and held her there as he looked back at me and gave the biggest smile ever as poor Nadene gagged and gagged. 

“Well… have fun Nadene,” I said sincerely as I backed away from the limo and it drove off.

Mike, Jeff and I then set off to find Jo. We didn’t have to look hard. There was a gathering of guys standing around drinking beer all chatting amongst themselves and with three black women in hot pants and boots. As I said, these girls did not seem to be working. But Jo sure was. Instinctively I glanced down and saw her kneeling right in the middle of this huddle of guys and girls. Her mouth was working big black cock and she had each hand on another.

“Hi Jo!” I called to her.

“Hmm hmm,” she answered sweetly, still bobbing her head but turning her eyes towards us.

“Hmm?” she exclaimed. I immediately could tell that she was very pleased to see us.

“How are you doing, Jo?” I asked her.

“Hmm hmmmmmmm,” she said excitedly. 

A big and tall black girl with Afro-looking hair and way too much make-up turned to me and said: “Black guys all sure like to have cute little blondes like her choking on their sticks.”

I nodded. Of course. Lucky for this group, I knew Jo couldn’t be happier than being the center of attention like this. And they all knew it.

“Look at her!” one of them exclaimed. “She’s suckin’ like a fuckin’ vacuum.”

Another one said: “I can’t wait to choke that little blonde bitch with my 12 inch sausage.”

And a third interjected: “And his don’t come with barbecue sauce, Little Girl.”

Everyone laughed.

I heard JoAnne purr when she heard all this. “Hmmmmmmmmmm,” she purred. She couldn’t wait to have this guy’s twelve inch sausage in her mouth and down her throat.

I looked around. All the guys here looked to be in their late twenties, thirties and maybe even forties. The black prostitutes were all late twenties and thirties. Mike, Jeff and I were thirties and forties. Even Nadine was twenty-nine. So here was twenty-three year old Jo, looking no more than nineteen, and she was the center of everything. Sure, guys were drinking their beer or chatting with the older ladies… but all of them kept casting glances at the gorgeous little blonde and anxiously awaiting their turn in her mouth.