Nadine and Jo’s BlowJob Swap – PART TWO

The first time JoAnne came to see Rufus was when she was working for Lauren’s Agency. The Agency was huge and very busy. But because there just were so many girls, Lauren usually passed over newer girls like Jo for girls who’d worked longer for Lauren. Lauren invariably rewarded these long-timers with more calls, promising the younger girls more and more work the longer they stayed with her. It was frustrating for Jo, but she felt she had little other option.

She and several other girls used to come over and just lie around on the couch in the living room of Lauren’s huge house, hoping their proximity would prompt Lauren to give them more calls. Lauren always promised the girls on the couch at least one call, so Jo new she’d give at least one paid blowJob a night. But that wasn’t really enough for her to make a living. And it was boring watching T.V. all night. Jo took to blowing any driver who came by, hoping maybe they’d speak with Lauren. And they all promised they would. But of course, they truly preferred having Jo around giving free blowJobs to them, so they didn’t press the issue very much.

Since a good night for Jo consisted only of 2-3 calls, she had to work six days a week just to make enough money. Jo clearly was excited and extremely appreciative every time Lauren selected her for a call. Lauren herself usually was upstairs in her office, and just called to speak to whatever girl she’d chosen on the assigned cell phone.

“Alright, Jo,” Lauren said over the phone that day. “I want you to go to see this man named Rufus. He’s a black man and he might have a buddy or two with him so it should be a fun call for you.”

“Oh thanks so much, Lore!” Jo said enthusiastically. (The girls all called Lauren Lore.) Then Jo added: “I’m always available to do as many guys as possible.”

“Yes, Dear,” Lauren returned in her usual non-committed way.

The driver drove Jo about thirty minutes across town, during which time Jo fussed with her make-up in the overhead mirror.. adding blush and eye-liner and, of course, very nice brownish-red lipstick. Jo prided herself on her appearance, especially when working.

Lauren insisted all the girls dress nicely… no jeans unless specifically requested by the client and then they had to be virtually brand new and very tight, five-pocket designer jeans and worn with nice spike heels and a formal sweater or blouse. Otherwise, girls were to wear nice dress pants, especially pleated pants with two pockets in the front, again with heels. They were to wear satin or nylon bikini panties… not thongs that Lauren considered ‘slutty’.

“You are NOT sluts!” she told them. “You are PROFESSIONAL Escorts and I want you all to act accordingly.”

She gave each girl a two-page list of Do’s and Don’ts which included the aforementioned dress code and bringing one suitable pair of dress jeans and one additional change of pants and top. It also included on-site instructions such as:

#7. DON’T undress unless you have to… ALWAYS offer a blowJob first to save time. (Even if you don’t have another call waiting, the driver does.)

#8. The preferred and most efficient blowJob position is on your knees, kneeling fully upright.

#9. ALWAYS be pleasant.

#10. For multiple clients, blow as many as possible together (to save time). Kneeling with two or three guys standing around you works best.

#11. DO deep throat.

#12. Keep your eyes open as much as possible during blowJobs. 

#13 Look at your client’s face as much as possible.

#14. Cameras ARE permitted. Again… keep your eyes open.

#15. DON’T spit. SWALLOW!!!

Jo had committed all of these rules and regulations both to memory and actual practice. There’s no question her clients were pleased. A couple even had called Lauren afterwards to complement her on the beautiful blonde she’d sent. Lauren was pleased and did eventually mention it to Jo, usually a few nights later, usually when she was giving her another call.

“By the way, Jo,” she’d say. “The client you had on Saturday really liked you. If he calls back I’ll assign you to him.”

News like this always made Jo feel proud.

Anyway, as Mark drove Jo to meet Rufus and possibly others, she was VERY excited… but a little scared. She’d never blown a black man before and had heard they mostly were huge. 

Mark, her driver, saw she was nervous and offered a suggestion: “Just blow him out on the sidewalk. Guys shoot faster in public.”

Jo laughed. 

What she wore that night was a nice all red turtle-neck sweater, black pants, red satin bikini panties and black heels. She liked satin panties because of how erotic they felt against her skin. They aroused her, especially when she was on her knees with her face bobbing in and out of some guy’s crotch… the way the satin slid to and fro in her crotch and across her bum. She was especially aware of her panties as she entered Rufus’ building, took the elevator up to the ninth floor and then walked down the hall to his apartment door.

She paused briefly in front of his door, thinking of the two and possibly three very large cocks she now was going to have to suck. The she knocked.

The man who answered the door was bigger even than she’d imagined. It turned out that he and his buddies were ex-professional football players, now in their late thirties and forties. All were a bit overweight compared to their playing days. And, instead of his having one or two buddies with him… he had four. 

“You ARE a pretty one!” one of them said.

“A pretty little blonde all ready to have her face fucked,” said another.

Nervously, Jo let Rufus lead her to the center of the living room to stand in the center of these five huge guys. Jo thought of Laurel’s Rules and Regulations… she hadn’t mentioned blowing FIVE at once. But this certainly could be a way to get in Laurel’s good books. She quickly peered around at the five smiling black faces surrounding her, then swallowed hard and quickly sank to her knees. Instinctively, she reached to undo Rufus’ belt and zipper first. Then she undid everybody else’s. Soon, five huge men were standing with their pants down around their ankles and their humungous, hard cocks jutting straight out towards JoAnne. She turned back to Rufus, peered up at his face quickly, and then then directed her eyes back towards his huge member as she slowly leaned forward and took it lovingly inside her mouth.

“Oh hooo,” the others exclaimed, seeing this gorgeous little blonde leaning forward to take the first four of Rufus’ length inside her lips. 

She worked Rufus’ cock first, slowly sliding her mouth up and down its length. After a minute, she put her hand on it to hold it and turned her face towards the penis to Rufus’ left. Her hand remained on Rufus’ cock while she accepted this second cock into her mouth.

After another minute or so, she quickly returned to Rufus, worked him for about twenty seconds, and then slid her mouth off him again and turned this time to Rufus’ right, where a third cock waited to enter her mouth. When, after yet another minute or two, she returned to Rufus’ cock, she kept her hands on the cocks on either side of him. 

Eventually, she had all five men in a row stretching from her left to her right, and her nimble mouth was going from one to another. Any ‘nerves’ she’d had about blowing all these big, black men were gone. This was the most fun she’d ever had. 

And then one of them, perhaps the second biggest man next to Rufus, grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock all the way down her throat. Poor Jo gagged and heaved uncontrollably, but he wouldn’t let go.

“Hey! Manny! You’re choking the girl! Back off a bit,” Rufus told him.