Sandy and Jo's chocolate coated cum – Part 1

Sandy, the gorgeous little blonde bank-teller, is doing better and better and having more and more fun working as a prostitute. She has been working with JoAnne, Nadene and Heather for about three months now, and is doing everything she can to spend more and more time at it. In fact, she only is working at the bank half-time now, so she can spend more time working the streets and taking calls. And, even when she’s at the bank, she spends about half of her time on her knees… blowing her boss, the various male loan officers, and several priority (big-account clients). Not surprisingly, over the last few months, more and more rich guys are switching their accounts to Sandy’s branch. A lot of them are old guys who come in just to see Sandy. She’s very flattered by all this. Her boss even has provided her with her own special office, the glassed-in area in the corner that still has no furniture. Luckily, it doesn’t need any furniture with how Sandy uses it. It does have a carpet which is reasonably comfortable for Sandy to kneel on.

Furniture would just get in the way, especially when Sandy has several guys waiting for her. Plus, as it is, Sandy can kneel and still see through the floor-to-ceiling window to the main bank area, and has fun waving to customers she recognizes when they come in. Her mouth almost always is full, so she can’t call out to them. Nonetheless, more often than not they know to look for her there.
Almost everyone has commented favorably about the wonderful, framed picture Sandy’s boss has hung up of her in action on the main wall just inside the main bank entrance. It’s a really fun picture I took of Sandy just a few days after introducing her to Jo and to prostitution, of her on her knees blowing her boss, while looking straight at the camera with a truly playful look in her eyes. She obviously was having fun. She still almost always wears her patented black, front-pleated, front-pocketed dress pants, with some brightly-colored ribbon tied around her waist with a big bow on her left hip, accompanied by some little top to match the color of her ribbon and 2 inch, black spike heels. I say ‘almost’, because some days she trades her black pants for one of several wonderful pairs of black, satin bikini panties she bought with Jo, imitating Jo’s now famous panty-suit look. She wears black panties under her pants, too, but at least once a week, she treats herself and every male who sees her by leaving her black pants at home. Fun! Fun! Fun! The guys love it. And so does Bucky and his friends.

Bucky, of course, is Jo’s horse, who is housed in a stable just outside of town with about six other male horses now. Sandy knows better than to feature her panties without making a trip out to see Bucky. If he found out, he’d be VERY upset. Luckily, I drive Jo out to see Bucky and his pals every day, and Sandy joins us, sometimes with Heather and/or Nadene, so the girls ALL can have fun with ‘the boys’. Besides becoming more and more comfortable on her knees under these huge animals (we used to have to steady the horses for her), the practice she gets there also is really helping her deep-throating skills, something all her regular Johns have noticed. She’s still not as good at stuffing cocks down her throat as Jo (no one is), but she certainly has improved immensely and now insists on doing it with every guy, no matter his size. ‘Can she push her cute little nose into his belly?’ is the fun little game she always plays.

In fact, so many fun things have happened for Sandy since she started her great new career. Initially, I had her just working Friday and Saturday nights on the street and taking occasional calls with Jo during her times away from the bank during the week. Even her first night on the street, she was busy. Lots of guys wanted to try the new girl out. And, because Sandy sometimes can have almost an aloof or snooty look on her face (purely unintentional, of course, because she’s not really like that), nonetheless, lots of guys really were driven to ram their cocks down the throat of this gorgeous, seemingly conceited blonde. I noticed this and encouraged her to make this part of her trademark, along with her black pants (and, eventually, panties) and colorful ribbon belts (which she always wore around her waist, even when just wearing the panties). This combination of this really hot-looking blonde with an apparent attitude, yet who also was ‘gift-wrapped’ for delivery, soon had Sandy on her knees bobbing back and forth into guy’s crotches all night long. Every time I saw her climbing out of one car after turning a trick, she’d flash me a girlish little smile to show how excited she was by all this. But then she’d put her ‘game face’ back on and immediately turn towards the next car to see if they wanted her. As if drawn to a magnet, many guys saw her false aloofness as all that much more reason to put her on her knees and gag her over and over and over and over. She’d saunter over to the passenger side door, her gorgeous ass swaying sensuously, and then climb in. But then she’d give a little finger wave and smile at me as they drove away. I knew she couldn’t wait to be back on her knees again.

She’s gotten busier and busier on the street, as have all the girls. JoAnne still leads the way, but Sandy virtually is as busy as Nadene and Heather now, all of them working continuously from 7 or so in the evening to about the same time the next morning, but Jo just being more efficient.

Sandy also soon was introduced to the guys at the seniors’ apartment. Just like Jo initially, then Nadene and then Heather, we had Sandy start with Frank and Burt, the two fun octogenarians. And, like the others, Sandy kneeled between them and we took lots of fun pictures of her blowing these two, which we then copied and posted all through the building to let the clientele know who Sandy was. And Bonnie, the older nurse who’d so befriended the other girls, also took Sandy under her wing, running around the building even while Sandy was on her knees blowing Frank and Burt, to drum up extra business for her. When Bonnie came back with a list of seven more guys who desperately wanted blowjobs from the new girl, Sandy was VERY appreciative.

Sandy also was introduced to one of Jo’s three regular pick-up hockey teams, a bunch of forty to fifty year olds who play every Wednesday night. As a special treat, Jo specifically arranged for Sandy to service the team she likes to call the “Throat Bangers’ because they literally throat-fuck Jo every time she kneels for them, pumping their hips like piston machines to drive their cocks again and again and again and again and again and again down Jo’s throat, while all Jo can do is rest her hands on her thighs and wait for them to be done. Jo usually wears jeans when she sees them (one time, she just wore her panties and the guys all rammed her ass with the same vigor as her throat), as Nadene and Heather have done. So Sandy’s black-pant, formal look was a bit of a turn on for them. This was, in some ways, a fun, easy gang face-fuck for Sandy, because the guys did all the work. Every so often, she’d brush the seat of her pants with her hands or straighten up her sweater, even while her throat was being reamed, because she wanted to look good for the guys.

In addition to all this, as Sandy backed away from the bank, she started taking more daytime calls, especially after I bought her a cute little red cell phone just for this purpose. She now wears that red cell phone on her left hip, clipped to the waist of her pants. The red and black combination looks sweet. If I’m with her when her phone goes off, she looks just like a 13-year old girl being asked out on a date. She can’t hide her excitement. She tries to sound a little stuffy on the phone, to maintain that trademark image I suggested for her. She tells guys things like she’s on her way to get a facial or to blow the CEO of some big company.

“Well… okay,” she sighs. “If you’re quick.” Then she’ll flick off the phone, and give me a great big smile and thumbs up sign. Because her phone has a camera, she now has a collection of pictures on it that clients have taken of her peering up at them with their cocks in her mouth. Still playing to her image, she likes to look really sad or doleful and helpless for these pictures. And, every day, she uses one of these pictures as the background on her cell phone screen. I found this out one day, when we were at a restaurant, and a guy at the next table asked to use my cell phone for a minute. But Sandy quickly offered hers. She tried to look casual, but her eyes were right on him as he sat down to make his call, then flipped open Sandy’s phone, and then slowly turned to look at Sandy. She smiled.
“Do you need help with anything?” she asked him, sweetly.

She ended up blowing him in the men’s bathroom, totally for fun. She felt entirely responsible for his hard-on, and there was no way she was going to ask him for money. She did tell him she was a hooker though, and encouraged him to call again.

Sandy and the other girls have gotten to be so close, that they soon became almost inseparable. I noticed this and eventually proposed that we all buy a house together, given that money certainly wasn’t a problem and Jo and Sandy already were spending a fair time in Nadene and my apartment. The girls all were wild about the idea. And so it was that, exactly one month after Sandy turned her first street trick, she was co-owner of a beautiful house… all the wonderful things Jo had told Sandy about that first day in the bank were starting to come true.

Everybody had their own room: me, Nadene, JoAnne, Sandy and even Heather. Me and four gorgeous blondes! But the rooms were more storage spaces for their things, more than anything. Because, in my room there was a super-king sized bed, the biggest bed we could find, large enough for all five of us to sleep together comfortably, if we wished. And the girls loved sleeping together… and what can I say? I love being at the center of it all. It wasn’t at all unusual to have one of two of the girls blowing me while the others licked and played with each other. Then, after one of them had swallowed my seed, the girls would switch and we’d all start over. Because I absolutely love the look, the girls all generally wore a bra and their satin panties to bed. It was so cute… they’d all show up, wearing a different color but otherwise dressed alike… like uniforms. And, if you peered down at the floor, there would be their high heels, often different colors, all neat in a row, just like the seven dwarfs. Again… very, very cute!
There’s fun in our house even when we’re not all in bed. There I am amid this bevy of gorgeous, trim blondes, some walking around in tops, panties and heels; others were tight, tight jeans or sexy dress pants instead. I love to cook, so I often prepare gourmet meals for my girls. The girls reward me with almost more blowjobs than a guy can handle. Sometimes I find myself at the kitchen sink, pealing potatoes or carrots or something, when suddenly I feel nimble hands undoing my belt, and then my zipper, and then sliding my pants down… before I feel a soft, warm mouth closing around my dick. I often try to guess who it is, before I look down… and the girls try to fool me, mixing their style up a bit. But I can always tell who it is. And, half the time, one of the other girls shows up with a camera and asks the kneeling girl to pose for pictures with my cock in her mouth.

Other times, while cooking, I’ll add a little extra flavor to the food by beating off and cumming on it or, if it’s soup, pissing in it. I’ve boiled potatoes in pure piss and then massed them up… yellow mashed potatoes… which the girls love. I’ve also cooked rice in pure piss.
“This is good rice,” someone will remark, winking as she savors the taste and takes another forkful.

And sometimes, I offer myself up for dessert, which the girls all have to share. The truth is, that as good a cook as I am, I really am not very good at making desserts. I just never have done it. Imagine my pleasure, then, when Sandy one day bought one of these store-bought chocolate cakes (that you often find in the freezer section), offered it up for dessert, and then asked me to ‘add some extra icing’ to her piece. While the other girls all watched and cheered her on, I stood, she kneeled, and then she started to suck me. But unlike every previous time, this time she wouldn’t let me spew my load into her mouth. She told me to pull out as soon as I felt the urge. And I did. Then she held up her cake, I stroked myself a few more times, and I emptied my wad right on top of her dessert.

She took me in her mouth again, to suck the last remnants out of my pisser and spit-wash me clean. But then she stood up, sat down again, and picked up her fork. The joy on her face as she took that first bite was amazing.
“Hmmmmmmmm!” she said, rolling her eyes back.
“Is it good?” Nadene asked her.
“Hmm hmm,” she nodded, savoring the bite in her mouth. She let the others all have a small bite, and even offered a bite to me (which I refused), but she was pretty greedy with the rest. Seeing her pleasure really turned me onto something… and a GREAT idea popped into my head. It would take some planning. But it would be fun. And, as luck would have it, Valentines Day was less than a month away.
Of course, I would treat all my girls on the big day, but I especially was thinking of Sandy now. I would do everything I could to make sure this was her best Valentine’s Day ever.

It started more like Christmas than Valentine’s Day. Each girl woke up to find gifts waiting for her under a big, beautiful indoor Japanese miniature tree I’d bought just the day before for our living room. Heather had wondered what the tree was for, given that I’d never even mentioned a plant before in the half year she’d known me. Now she knew.