Sandy oral education

After a bit, I noticed that several people had gathered outside the glass to watch Sandy. 
I considered telling her, but decided against it. Ultimately, I didn’t need to as Sandy’s manager came in to introduce himself to me and Jo and ask how Sandy was doing.

“She’s doing great,” I told him, shocked by his calmness in all this.

“She’s learning fast,” Jo said.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm?” Sandy then asked her.

“Of course, Sandy,” Jo smiled. And then she reached up to undo the manager’s belt and zipper and start on him.

Soon both girls were almost in perfect rhythm, their heads bobbing synchronously in and out of the crotches before them and their eyes riveted to each other… Sandy the student learning from JoAnne the master.

Sandy did manage a bit of deep throating, but gagged so much that we didn’t push it this first time.

“Hmm hmm,” she apologized sorrowfully.

“Don’t worry,” I assured her. “Jo and I can get you plenty of guys to practice on.”

“Hmm hmm,” she said brightly, immediately happy again.

Sandy returned to practicing the technique Jo had taught her, sliding slowly back and forth, bending at the waist and tilting her head side to side.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm,” Jo instructed, leaning back a bit to put her bum nearer her shoes and glancing up at the manager’s face, then over at mine.

“Hmm hmm?” Sandy asked.

“Hmm hmm,” Jo affirmed.

Sandy repeated what Jo had done, and soon she was peering up into my face lovingly.

“Hmm hmm?” she asked me.

“You look wonderful,” I said.

She chuckled. She definitely was lightening up a bit.

Later on I told her that I could see her reflection in the mirror.

“You have the sweetest little bum,” I told her earnestly. 

“Hmm hmm (Thank you),” she said appreciatively.

I knew I had made a friend. I also told her that she might be able to see herself if she just looked off to her left, since the light now was off in the next room over. She turned her head as best she could and for several minutes watched herself blowing me. I asked her if it was fun watching herself and she nodded.

“Hmm hmmmm,” she said.

A little later, one of Sandy’s co-workers, a pretty black teller named Vicki, showed up with her digital camera to take pictures of Sandy. With my cock deep in her mouth and her eyes staring right into the camera, Sandy proudly posed for her friend. Sandy’s manager, whose name was Bill, told Vicki that he wanted to see all the pictures later so that he could select two or three to frame and put up on the wall near the main entrance. 

“Nice big ones so no one can possibly miss them,” he said.

“Hmm hmm hmmmmm hmm (Thank you sooooo much),” Sandy told him.

This inspired Vicki to take over fifty pictures and Sandy patiently posed for them all, all the while continuing to suck. Before Vicki left, I asked her if she could find a mirror or something that Sandy could hold to see herself up close and without having to turn her head so much.

“I have a nice big one in my purse,” she said gaily. Soon Sandy was holding a nine-inch diameter round make-up mirror in her left hand and looking right at herself as her mouth continued to work my cock.

“Don’t you look pretty?” I asked her.

“Hmm hmm,” she nodded and shrugged. In fact, she was very proud of how she looked.

Sandy got better and better the longer she sucked. I asked her if her mouth was getting tired and she nodded.

“Hmm hmm.”

“Do you need to stop?” I asked.

“Hmm hmmm,” she shook her head emphatically. Sandy had never before even considered being a prostitute. But meeting Jo and seeing how well off and happy she was made Sandy suddenly want to become just like Jo. She knew it was going to take a lot of hard work. But already she was seeing that it was fun work… and figured it would only get more and more fun the better she got at it.

It took Sandy about twenty minutes to have me ready to pop. Ever so skilled, Jo had timed it so that the manager shot his load at exactly the same time that I filled Sandy’s mouth with my cum. Jo and Sandy continued to slowly slide back and forth until all the shooting had stopped. Then Jo slid off and Sandy slid off and, looking at each other, they swallowed together.

“How did I do?” Sandy asked me anxiously.

“I think you’ll make a fine prostitute,” I said.

And she beamed proudly.

Sandy received a round of applause from a very appreciative crowd when she stood up and turned to face back towards the main bank area.

She laughed.

“You guys didn’t tell me,” she shook her head playfully.

“We didn’t want to disturb your rhythm,” I rationalized.

Sandy’s boss was great. He gave Sandy the rest of the afternoon off to have lunch with us and discuss details and then to go get some more blowjob practice somewhere.

“Can I get blowjobs now too?” he asked coyly.

“Of course!” Sandy laughed and kissed him sweetly on the cheek.

We found a little place to eat right on Oxford Street where Sandy listened with increasing interest as Jo described all the fun things she had done.

“It was YOU who won the blowjob marathon?” Sandy exclaimed, VERY impressed.

“Uh huh,” Jo nodded proudly.

“What did you do with the money?”

“I bought a horse named Bucky?”

“Oh… I love horses,” Sandy said. “Can I meet him some day?”

Jo and I smiled at each other knowingly. “Sure,” Jo said. “I go up and visit him every day.”

“Does he let you sit on him?” Sandy asked innocently.

“Actually,” I said. “Jo spends a lot more time on her knees under the horse than sitting on top of him.”

“It’s really fun and it’s good practice for the really big guys,” Jo pointed out. “You should try it.”

Sandy nodded without hesitation. “That’d be great.”

After they each had a sandwich, Jo asked Sandy if she wanted to take some outcalls.

“Do I look okay like this?” Sandy asked, standing up and twirling around. I told her that she looked great and that I especially liked her ribbon and bow for a belt idea.

“It’s like you’re gift-wrapped.” I said.

“I’d like to be,” she said playfully.

The rest of that afternoon, Jo turned her cell on but let Sandy take all the calls, accompanying her to encourage and guide her but letting her do all the work. After about five hours and eleven blowjobs, Sandy kneeled and blew me in my apartment parking lot.
In just one afternoon she had learned so much, it was amazing.

I popped in to see her at the bank the next day. She wasn’t at the info desk or working as a teller. 

The manager came out of his office to say ‘Hello’ to me and proudly pointed out three large framed pictures of Sandy already up on the wall immediately to the lft of the entrance… one a rear view showing her from tip to toe (God! Her bum and that little ribbon around her waist were cute); one with her staring straight ahead trying her best to deep throat me; and one truly beautiful one with her head turned so she could stare right into the camera.

“I don’t know how I missed those,” I said. I then commented how fast everything had been done.

“I wanted to surprise her and had a friend do it for me as a rush order,” he explained.

“What did Sandy think?” I asked.

“She LOVED them,” he said. “She wanted to know how long I planned to leave them up. I told her ‘forever’ and she was VERY pleased.”

“So… where is she?” I asked him.

“She’s working in her new office,” he said, smiling and pointing.

I glanced over to the room we’d used the day before and, sure enough, Sandy was on her knees practicing blowjobs on a line-up of soon-to-be-very satisfied customers. I popped over to see her. Agaian she was wearing black pleated pants and heels, but this time with a red ribbon. She was too busy to speak with me (plus her mouth was full) so I just scribbled a note and handed it to her.

“Hmm hmm (thank you),” she said, reading it quickly.

On it, I’d written that Jo wanted Sandy to join her going out to see Bucky and his five stable mates the very next morning. (She’d told us that Wednesday’s she had off.) “Wear tight jeans and heels,” I wrote. And then I explained loudly so everyone nearby could hear:

“Bucky likes girls wearing tight jeans and spikes. And as for wearing heels in a stable,” I added coyly, “believe me… Bucky and the other horses will have you on your knees the whole time anyway.”

Sandy laughed.

“Oh…” I added. “Don’t forget to wear a ribbon. Bucky’ll like that.”

Sandy nodded.

“And make sure that your ribbon matches your lipstick.”

Sandy looked puzzled for a moment. I just smiled slyly. Then I explained:

“That way Bucky and the others will know…” I paused for dramatic effect… “what their gift is.”

“Hmm hmmmmm,” Sandy squealed with delight and everyone else clapped. There was no longer any doubt all the fun Sandy was going to have with the horses. Everyone just felt SO happy for her.

I waved to everyone in Sandy’s line and left her to finish her work but gave her the thumbs up sign before passing through the door. She waved. Apparently, she provided ‘assistance’ to fifteen men that afternoon. And every one of them left a sizeable deposit in her mouth.

Jo called Sandy at home that night and arranged for me, Jo and Heather to pick her up ay 9:30, so we could be out at the stables by ten. Since it was Sandy’s first time with horses, Jo thought it best to get an early start, because Jo had other plans for Sandy the rest of the day. 

Sandy thanked Jo over and over for taking time to teach her and get her started in her fun, new career as a prostitute. Jo said she was delighted to, and so pleased for Sandy that she’d made this great decision to give the trade a try. 

“If it’s as fun as you say it is,” Sandy countered gaily, “it’ll last a whole lot longer than a try.”

“It truly IS fun,” Jo said. 

And Sandy, just from her experience blowing twenty or so men the past two days, already believed her.

The plan was to pick up Sandy from the bank where she worked, because she said she had something to do there. Well… that something to do immediately was obvious as we drove up to park at the bank’s front doors. So that he could see us, Sandy’s branch manager was standing just inside the big sliding glass door watching for our car. When he saw us get out of the car and recognized me and Jo, he looked down at Sandy to tell her we’d arrived.

“Hmm hmm,” Sandy greeted us as we came through the door.

Since where Sandy was kneeling was in the teller machine area and open to the public 24 hours, Jo, Heather and I all noticed another young guy standing at a teller machine. He looked a little nervous when he had finished his transaction and turned around to face us
to leave.

“Hi,” we said.

He was only just eighteen or nineteen and obviously a little disturbed by seeing Sandy, whom he apparently had dealt with several times when she was working as a teller, on her knees blowing her boss right in the front area. Seeing us there too, he just stood there stunned.

Finally, Heather took matters into her own hands and said…

“Would you like a blowjob too?”

He nodded weakly, and Heather immediately was at his feet undoing his zipper.

“My name’s Heather,” she said gaily. “What’s yours?”

“T-t-todd,” he stammered.

“Hello, Todd,” Heather said. “Thanks for letting me blow you.”

As Heather took the startled but very appreciative young man in her mouth, I marveled at just how confident Heather had become in just the few short weeks she had been working with Jo. Not wanting to be outdone, Jo sank to her knees at my feet and soon I was being blown too. My eyes fluttered from one girl to the next, all now so intent in their work.

Jo and Heather were wearing tight, dark navy, 5-pocket jeans and heels, as I’d suggested Sandy do. “The horses really like jeans and heels,” I’d told Sandy. Jo also was wearing a light blue sleeveless half-top, reaching down just below her breasts, to go with black spike heels. Heather was wearing a pink sleeveless half-sweater with pink heels. Underneath, each girl wore appropriately matched satin bikini panties. Jo figured that they might all do a little street work if Sandy was up to it, and she and Heather therefore were fully prepared to strip off their jeans to work the streets in panties, top and heels if they felt they wanted to.

Sandy was not wearing jeans. Later, she admitted apologetically that all she had was a big closet full of black pants. Nonetheless, the pants looked great on her, and I told her so, especially combined with her trademark ribbon and bow belt, black heels and a tight, white sweater.