Nadine and Jo’s BlowJob Swap – PART TWO

But Jo vehemently shook her head and used her hands on his butt to hold him in place. Even though she felt like puking, THIS was fun too. 

“Hmmm. Hmmm. Hmmmmm,” she said confidently.

After that, they all entered her throat and held her. Soon they all were fucking her throat while she just leaned back with her bum against her heels, her mouth wide open and her eyes brightly peering up at them.

“Hggghhhh… hggghhh… hggghhh… hggghhh…” she said as they rammed her throat over and over.

After about a half hour of alternating between having her face fucked and then kneeling upright to pump in and out of each crotch herself, she tasted her first mouthful of cum. As if on cure, another load erupted right after this, even before she had time to swallow the first. Then, with two loads of cum still drowning her tongue, she leaned into the remaining three crotches to finish them all off. It wasn’t until all five loads were in her mouth that she swallowed, and then only after she’d shown the five guys just how amazingly full to the brim her mouth was. 

The guys all were amazed! How she had kept all that cum in her mouth while continuing to blow more cock and without gagging from the taste. Of course, she had made a mess, but she dutifully went back and took every cock back in her mouth to slurp up whatever cum she’d left behind. As if by instinct, she even started blowing Rufus again before she remembered her driver and then decided against it. She slowly slid her mouth up and down his shaft, ever, ever so gently… not enough to make him harder but enough to send electric tingles up and down his spine. 

She was so proud of herself in the car back to Laurel’s that her driver knew she’d had fun. 

“I wish I’d been there,” he told her. “I’m all horny just thinking about it.”

And Jo could tell from the bulge in his pants that he was.

“Want me to blow you on the sidewalk?” she offered playfully, remembering his advice to her before she’d done Rufus and the boys. “You’ll shoot fast.”

And he did, him standing and her kneeling in the parking lot directly across from the police station.

By the time Jo got back to Lauren’s mansion, Rufus already had called to tell Lauren how wonderful Jo had been. Lauren was extraordinarily pleased and sent Jo out for three more calls that night, all of which were fun but not nearly as fun as Rufus and his gang had been. She’d hoped that work really would pick up for her after that… but Lauren must have forgotten or something, so they didn’t. Luckily, however, Jo ultimately Joined forces with another girl she’d met at Lauren’s named Sabrina, and now she was blowing at least 70-80 guys a week, and sometimes a lot more than that. She’d set a World record in a 24-hour blowJob marathon, blowing 240 guys over that time. And now she was maybe one of the most famous prostitutes ever. But she still saw Rufus every week. His gang had swelled to sometimes more than twenty guys, and Jo would happily blow them all. 

But this week, sweet blonde JoAnne had switched rolls with a weather girl from the local news station, another lovely blonde named Nadine who is my girlfriend, and it was Nadine who I now was driving over to see Rufus. 

As I drove Nadine and she fixed her make-up in the mirror, I told her Jo’s ‘Rufus Story’ as she’d told it to me. 

“Jo was a real trooper,” Nadine giggled. “when that guy shoved his dick down her throat.”

“You take lots of guys down the throat,” I reminded her.

“But not so sudden like that,” she rebutted. “I wonder if they’ll do that to me.”

“Do you want them to?” I asked her.

“Of course,” she said. “I’d like to try it.”

“If it works, can I fuck your throat like that?” I asked her.

“Of course, Silly!” she said.

Like Jo had been, Nadine was both very excited and somewhat nervous about her impending date with Rufus and the boys. Unlike Jo’s former driver, I didn’t suggest she blow them on the sidewalk. But I did tell her she’d have lots of fun.

Nadine knew she’d have a tough act to follow. But she had REALLY wanted to switch places with JoAnne, and she certainly was going to do her best. Besides, Nadine herself was no stranger to giving blowJobs. She’d been blowing about fifty guys at work ever since she’d started working there several years ago. And, like Jo, she had entered the 24-hour blowJob marathon and finished a very respectable third, having blown 192 men in 24 hours. So she had no doubt at all that she’d be able to handle these twenty or so men with Rufus or that she’d have a lot of fun doing it. 

Nadine had wanted so much to look the part of an escort that she’d bought the tightest pair of navy blue, 5-pocket stretch jeans she could find, ones with narrow legs that ended just above her ankles, and now was wearing them along with black 2 inch spike heels and a cute pink tank top. The guys at work had told her she looked very much like a prostitute and this had made her very happy. Her first client, a biker she’d seen at about one thirty, even suggested she work the street a bit, since she had dressed perfectly for it, and had given her some leads as to good places to pick up Johns. She couldn’t wait to try that out, likely on Friday night. But tonight was Wednesday and she had Rufus and the boys to blow followed by the Warthogs hockey team that Jo blew every Wednesday at around eleven. She’d just have to dream about working the street for now. For the moment, she was just too busy.

“How do I look?” she asked me as she got out of the car and brushed the seat of her jeans with her hands.

“Great!” I told her. And Mike and Jeff, the cameraman and soundman who were accompanying Nadine on this little expedition, agreed.

Rufus’ group had long since outgrown his apartment, large though his living room was. He now rented the pool area off the main lobby. This would be great for us and Nadine because it would allow us space to set up our cameras. Jo had, in the past, stripped down to bra and panties and actually gone into the pool and blown guys sitting on the edge. The only problem with that, of course, is that she’d have to wait until her bra and panties were dry before putting the rest of her clothes on again. This usually took about an hour. The neighbors were all used to seeing this pretty young blonde emerging from the building wearing just her bra, panties and heels as she walked back to her car. Jo got whistles from the guys, but she didn’t mind. And the next couple of clients usually didn’t mind either. But it did get a little cold in winter. Jo once had to wait outside for forty-five minutes in the snow wearing just a red bra, red satin panties and black heels for someone to come and de-ice the lock of her car. She eventually put her sweater on, but it was one that only barely and when stretched reached to her waist. She kept trying to pull it down but it was no use. At best it reached to about two inches above the top of her panties so that her bright red panties remained in full view. And then she felt really silly when the AAA driver pointed out to her that the door hadn’t even been locked in the first place. She just could have opened it. Oh well! 

Luckily, the wind hadn’t been blowing to make it colder. In fact, after awhile Jo got used to not having pants on and went to her next four appointments that way.

Anyway, as Nadine entered the main lobby, our Job was to look for the pool. This was no problem, because there it was behind a huge floor to ceiling window covering an entire wall. Everyone could see the pool from the lobby. And that’s when Nadine gasped, put one hand to her mouth and then started to laugh. The entire pool area was swarming with guys. For, in addition to about thirty guys who’d come with Rufus were the four hockey teams Sabrina had lured away from their ten o’clock games… almost eighty guys all waiting for Nadine to arrive to ‘celebrate’ her first day in what they were sure was her new career.