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By Charlie,
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In the old days, a pharmacy usually was a one or two-person operation. You
had your pharmacist and MAYBE an assistant at a small corner location; and all
they sold was… well… drugs. But the pharmacist knew everyone, and you always
received personalized service. Nowadays, you have huge ‘drug marts’ that sell
everything from food and clothes to movies and, sometimes, furniture items. And
no one knows you at all. Luckily, at a couple of those big drug marts near where
I live, two pretty teen cashiers, named Erin and Alicia, have definitely added
their own personalized touch, at least for the men; and when you go in for a
refill, it’s these two girls who take their medicine by mouth.
It apparently all started with Erin and an old widower named Mr. Martini, who
everyone knew because of all his ailments and his frequent visits to the mart.
Mr. Martini had been overwhelmingly depressed since his wife had died, about a
year before, and people were really starting to feel sorry for the old guy.
Sometimes, things just have a way of working out. For example, it just so
happened that a couple of the cashiers had just been talking about old Mr.
Martini, and Erin had overheard. And it just so happened that Mr. Martini just
happened to stop by the store to pick up something, AND that Erin’s cash line
was empty, AND that Erin was just minutes from her break.
Now, you have to picture Erin. Eighteen years old, with long light brown hair in
a ponytail and a very, very sweet face; slim but with a very nice little ass
that made the black dress pants of her uniform look VERY nice. Added to this was
that she was a bit naïve, and though very well-intentioned, might ask questions
that most more mature adults might leave well-enough alone. And so she asked sad
Mr. Martini: “Do you still miss your wife?”
He looked at her a bit stunned, but then nodded and pulled out his wallet to
show her a picture.
“She’s beautiful!” Erin exclaimed, amazed at the picture.
And she was, because Mr. Martini had married late, and married a women 25 years
his junior, and she still was only 49 when she died of cancer, and still very,
very much in shape.
Mr. Martini nodded. His wife had been beautiful.
“And she gave the best head ever,” he smiled, wanly.
“Mr. Martini!” Erin giggled nervously. But the she recovered. “I’ll bet you miss
THAT a lot.”
He nodded. And then, because she had such a huge heart, Erin quietly said
something that Mr. Martini certainly didn’t expect: “Why don’t you go back and
wait near the break room in the back right of the store, and wait for me. My
break is coming in less than five minutes?”
Mr. Martini stared at her in disbelief for a few seconds; but when Erin
inconspicuously pointed towards the back right of the store, he nodded and went
that way, clutching his bag of purchases with him. Erin smiled over at the
cashier in the next aisle.
“He forgot something,” the teen explained.
Five minutes later, Erin and old Mr. Martini, 75 years old if a day, quietly
slipped into the break room for five minutes or so.
Two days later, Mr. Martini was back, and Erin again met him at the break room,
this time BEFORE making a purchase but after quietly whispering to her in
passing, waiting for 45 minutes until her break came up.
And three days after that, Mr. Martini showed up with an old friend from the
senior’s home, Mr. Milkins, who apparently was impotent, but wondered if maybe a
pretty young girl might be what he needed to get hard again.
No one saw Erin and her friends enter or leave the break room; but it didn’t
matter; because no one had ever told Erin about the secret cameras that had been
installed in the room about 6 months earlier when one now-departed employee had
started stealing things from there. These cameras were programmed to go on when
they detected motion, and so they silently clicked on and off every time anyone
entered the room. And so, on Saturday night, when the night shift manager, as
one of his regular responsibilities, started glancing through the week’s
coverage, he saw everything.
Of course, at the end of his shift, he rushed home to copy everything of
interest onto his own computer. But then, at roughly 10:00 a.m., he was back in
the manager’s office showing his boss what he’d found. Erin was surprised, but
not all that concerned when she was called back to see the boss, because he
usually checked in with new employees to see how they were doing. She WAS
surprised to see Martin (the night shift manager) there. And she was a bit
alarmed when she was told to sit and watch something. For over 15 minutes, they
made her sit there to watch herself, caught on film, kneeling to give old Mr.
Martini a blowjob on the Monday, and then on the Wednesday; and then blowjobs to
both Mr. Milkins and Mr. Martini on the Saturday. She was sure that she was
going to be fired.
But what Tom (her boss) said instead was “why are you giving blowjobs to old men
in the break room, Erin?”
She swallowed hard, but then explained how she’d felt so sorry for Mr. Martini
and then his friend.
“Did they pay you?”
She shook her head immediately, and they could tell by how quickly and firmly
she did, and by her eyes, that she was telling the truth.
“You just did it to be nice?”
She nodded.
“Hmmm,” Tom said. “Well… I saw Mr. Martini down at Cherry Hill mall yesterday,
and he looked happier than I’ve ever seen him.”
Erin smiled weakly.
Tom continued: “We need to do two things, Erin.”
She nodded. She’d do anything to keep her job.
“First, I need to speak with Mr. Martini, alone, to make sure you aren’t
prostituting yourself in our store, offering blowjobs for money. THAT is
something that store policy just can’t tolerate.”
She nodded.
“And second, Mark and I both need to make sure that what you are offering our
customers is of a sufficiently high standard for us to allow.”
She stared at him, not comprehending until the two men stood up and, in unison,
undid their zippers. THEN she understood, and smiled with relief.
“Of course,” she said, sinking quickly to her knees. And when Martin pulled out
his little digital camera from his pocket, she dutifully posed for pictures with
her boss’ cock in her mouth.
Later that day, Mr. Martini showed up and Erin brought him back to see the
manager, while waiting outside the manager’s door. Then she was called in, and
Tom confirmed that Mr. Martini had verified Erin’s story.
“But I think you need to thank Mr. Martini for speaking on your behalf, Erin,”
Tom added, “and me for listening.”
And at this point, just like earlier that day, the two men stood up and pulled
out their cocks. Erin again knew exactly what to do, dropping to her knees
immediately between them. Taking Mr. Martini into her mouth first, she used her
hand on Tom.
“Do you have other friends at the senior home who you think Erin might be able
to help?” Tom asked the old man, as Erin sucked him.
The old man smiled and nodded. “The whole place is filled with old men who
haven’t had anything for years.”
“Tell them that Erin will be working, 10 to 6, Monday through Saturday, and that
the break room will be reserved for her and her customers.” He peered down at
Erin, whose mouth now was on him. “They won’t mind that everything is on
videotape, will they?”
“Hell no!” Mr. M. replied. “Old farts like us would want everyone to know we’re
still being sucked by a pretty young lady like Erin.” And then he laughed.
“I’m sure Erin won’t mind if we make the videos available over the internet,
will you Erin?”
And what could Erin do but mumble through her mouthful of cock and dutifully
shake her head?
By the time I found out about Erin, she’d been at it for about 5 months and had
become a well-known fixture at the drug mart, providing free service – ‘oral
massage’ they called it – to all male seniors (65 and up) as part of the store’s
new ‘senior community outreach’ program. A sign at the front entrance announced
both store hours and the hours when Erin was on duty. And the solitary small
secret camera in the break-room had been replaced by 6 high-definition cameras,
to capture Erin in high definition from every angle and distance. All she had to
do was kneel at a strategically-placed ‘X’ on the floor, and she was in the
perfect spot. Business at the store was booming so much that Tom had hired an
additional girl to manage cash registers, for when Erin was called away. Within
days of her hiring, Tara essentially was working the cash register full-time.
In fact, the increased business at this store had prompted competition from
another store, where another pretty brunette, named Alicia, was now available
from noon to 8, Monday through Saturday; the offsetting hours there to allow an
even greater range of men access to this wonderful free service. Within a few
months, the other store took Alicia out of the break-room into a larger,
glassed-in room closer to the front of the store, where other customers could
enjoy watching her work. Predictably and not to be outdone, Erin’s drug mart
quickly constructed a large glassed in area right at the huge front window, so
even passers-by outside could watch Erin. The six cameras still were there, but
Erin now found herself posing for cameras pointed at her from outside the store.
I heard about all this, and decided to visit both girls, first Erin, and then
Alicia. My blonde girlfriend, JoAnne, decided to tag along, having already
sucked well over 40,000 cocks in the 12 years since she’d first come of age. And
with her we brought a new recruit of ours, a pretty brunette named Katelyn,
whose talented mouth had literally single-mouthedly saved a grocery store in a
part of town called “The Village’, and whose soft round ass was among the nicest
EVER fitted into the black pants of a grocery cashier’s uniform.
(Today, incidentally, Katelyn was wearing a tight, tight pair of dark navy,
5-pocket designer stretch jeans to go with a light pink top and black 2-inch
platform heels; and Jo was wearing one of her patented and now famous panty
suits – a cream-coloured short sleeve half sweater that reached down to just
above her belly button, baby-blue satin bikini panties; and cream-coloured, 2½
inch spike heels.
JoAnne, Katelyn and I all laughed when we first saw Erin. She was on her knees
at work in the front window, servicing some old guy. But what was so funny was
the programmable electric sign against the inside window that proudly announced…
“Over 1100 served.” Clearly, Erin was well on her way. Katelyn waved at her, and
Erin clearly saw this, her eyes looking right at her. When I pulled out my
camera, she paused and looked right at it, holding about 3 or 4 inches of the
old guy’s cock in her mouth. I took a few shots and then altered my angle a
little bit to capture her sweet little ass. She still was in uniform, wearing
the same style of black dress pants as all the other girls working there, as
well as the light grey and black company top with orange trim, and a comfortable
pair of black platform shoes. Her ass looked great in those pants, as I’d been
told, and as I’d seen on her now famous website. But seeing it up close was
special. She must have sensed what I was doing, because she lunged forward to
thrust the geezer’s cock down her throat, while turning her head and eyes back
towards my camera and angling her cute little bum my way as well… and then just
held that pose. I took several very flattering pictures of her and noticed that,
even though her pants were dark-coloured, I could still make out the outline of
what I was pretty sure were satin bikini panties, given the ruffled trim that
was evident.
JoAnne noticed this too, and we both commented at how wonderful this young
teen’s instincts were.
“How were my instincts when you first met me?” Katelyn asked, sincerely; she’d
only been working for me for about 6 weeks, but had already learned so much.
“Your mouth was MADE for sucking cock,” I answered.
She laughed and blushed. “Thank you,” she said sweetly.
“And just like you, this girl would make a perfect little street whore,” I
added. JoAnne nodded. I just needed to try Erin out and find out if she was
willing to work evenings after she got off from the mart; and, of course, on
Sundays. I gave the girl the thumbs up sign and then pointed at the front door,
to indicate that I was coming in to see her. She nodded and resumed bobbing her
head more in earnest to quickly finish off the gentleman she currently was
sucking.
Once inside, I was seventh in line, but I didn’t mind waiting. JoAnne wandered
off to find and convince the store manager to let Erin come work for us; and
Katelyn wondered back outside to kneel and give blowjobs to some of the younger
(and, hence Erin-ineligible) guys enjoying Erin’s display. Suffice it to say, I
had NO DOUBTS at all about Jo’s ability to convince ANY man to do ANYTHING.
Convincing a man is as easy for her as dropping to her knees.
Now, technically, I too was ineligible to receive a free oral massage at the
drug mart, as I am not even forty. My high hairline convinces some that I am
older; but 65? But when I told Erin that I was here with JoAnne and…
Erin didn’t even let me finish.
“THE JoAnne?” she asked, suddenly recognizing that there had been a beautiful
blonde wearing nothing but panties and shoes below the waist standing next to
me.
I nodded. “In fact, she’s probably not speaking with your boss right this
moment.”
Erin gave me a puzzled look.
I explained: “It’s impossible for Jo to say anything when she has a guy’s cock
down her throat. So Jo is ‘not speaking’ right now.”
A light popped on in Erin’s head and she nodded and laughed.
“So… would you care to ‘not speak’ with me?” I asked.
But Erin was already pulling me forward and undoing my zipper. There was NO WAY
she was going to pass up the opportunity to blow the ‘pimp’ and boyfriend of the
World’s most famous cocksucker.
And the moment she latched onto me, I knew that I was in for a treat. NOT to say
that Erin was anywhere near as skilled as JoAnne. To say that would be
ludicrous, because JoAnne could suck cum out of a rock, having been the gold
medal winner at all seven Annual 24 Hour Blowjob Marathons the city had held,
the first when she was just 21, increasing her World Record totals every year.
That first year, for example, she was one of twelve girls, and successfully blew
240 men to win by (if I remember correctty) over thirty mouthfuls (of cum). This
past year, the event had expanded such that there were over 150 girls entered
into the Open Division (secretaries, nurses, teachers, hookers, you name it),
and another 90 or so girls entered into the Junior Division, which was reserved
for high school students of age, each school generally entering 2 to 3 girls,
and schools entering from cities and towns as far as 200 kilometres away. And
still, with all that (no pun intended) stiff competition, Jo had won the event
by over 160 blowjobs, blowing 517 in the allotted time, more than 21 men every
hour. Incidentally, our own lovely Katelyn had won the high-school division,
choking down the semen and sperm of 263 highly satisfied men.
So, again, I won’t claim that Erin was anything like Jo, or even Katelyn yet…
but she definitely had come to know what she was doing. To begin with, she
latched on nice and slow – no rush – and then stopped to tilt her head and peer
up at me with her big hazel eyes.
“Hmmm?” she asked.
I nodded. This was a very good start.
Then Erin turned her attention to the cock at mouth (as opposed to the cock at
hand), and started to slowly slide her wet mouth up and down its length, always
keeping her eyes open, and regularly looking around at all the cameras and at
the people standing outside the store enjoying the show, pausing to pose
whenever a camera came out. And, of course, she often peered up at my face to
catch my expression and sometimes ask: “hmm hmmm?”
I always nodded and gave her a thumbs up sign.
“You’re doing great,” I assured her.
She slid her mouth back and forth slowly, tilting her head one way and then the
other to capture both sides of the underside of my cock with her tongue, as well
as the middle. And, as time went on, she went deeper and deeper, until I felt my
cock head popping past her tonsils with every forward thrust. She’d become more
deliberate by now, her back arching and her gorgeous little bum jutting out each
time she touched her nose to my belly. Man! Her bum was sweet in those black
pants (not quite as round and soft as Katelyn’s, or as sensual as JoAnne’s, but
lovely just the same).
It was while she was deep throating me, her cute little nose pushed hard into my
belly and my right hand stretched down to fondle her sweet, young ass, that
JoAnne returned, accompanied by Tom, Erin’s day manager. Both had big smiles on
their faces. Jo pulled her digital camera out of her purse and squatted down to
get a few nice pictures of Erin, and Erin dutifully shifted her eyes towards the
camera, all the while pushing her nose even harder into my belly.
After about ten or so pictures, Jo stood up and kissed me on the cheek, and I
smelled her breath spray, the tell-tale sign that she’d just undergone major
ass-to-mouth fucking.
“So…” I said to Tom. “I guess you’ve been using the ATM machine.”
He looked puzzled for a couple of seconds, but then smiled, nodded and laughed,
as did Jo.
“Where’s Katelyn?” Jo asked.
“She’s outside blowing the whole city,” I answered.
Tom and Jo, and I think maybe even Erin laughed.
“I’m going to go outside and see if I can help her out,” Jo said, and turned to
exit. As always, my eyes followed her sweet pantied ass as she left.
Interestingly, Erin’s eyes did too... was she considering a new work uniform
like Jo’s?
It took Erin just another couple of minutes to bring me over the top. As soon as
I started to jerk, she pulled back to rest my cock-head right in the middle of
her tongue. The first jet of my semen struck her throat, and she gagged a bit...
but then I filled her mouth with the rest. When my jerking slowed, she started
pumping again, as if trying to keep me in climax; and, believe it or not, I
think she did milk a bit more cum out of me. I gave the crowd outside a ‘thumbs
–up’ sign, and they started to applaud. Erin’s eyes followed the noise, and she
then posed for more pictures.
When finally she slipped off me, I was soft again. Erin showed me the huge load
of cum I’d given her, and then she smiled and swallowed it.
“Thanks so much,” she said to me.
Wow! And I’d been about to thank her.
Her mouth was immediately filled by the next guy, a balding fat guy with a very
fat cock as well, but she listened as I told her that I’d be willing to pop by
at 8 p.m. when she finished her shift to take her downtown to stand on a corner
for a few hours.
“Hmm hmm?” she asked, her eyes glancing towards her boss.
“He said ‘okay’” I told her.
“Hmm hmm hmmm?” she then asked.
I held up my cell phone. “Jo’s already called your Mom and she’s said she’ll pop
down at 7:30 with a nice new pair of jeans and some heels and a top for you to
wear,” I explained. “She’s shopping for everything as we speak. Jo said your mom
was VERY excited for you. So... are you game?”
“Hmm hmmmm!!!” Erin nodded emphatically. Of course!!!
I shook Tom’s hand, thanked him again and stepped outside to find Katelyn and Jo
on their knees with big lines formed in front of them. Jo, in fact, was on all
fours with her panties pushed over to the side a bit so guys could fuck her ass
and her mouth at the same time. And the cocks that came out of Jo’s ass went
straight into Katelyn’s mouth, as soon as she finished sucking the guy she’d
been working on.
I told Jo about Erin and she just looked at me, her mouth and ass both being
royally pounded in unison. But her eyes told me that she was very pleased.
I explained to the crowd that Jo and Katelyn would have to leave in two hours.
“We have one more important stop to make,” I explained. And then I told Jo and
Katelyn to have fun while I went off to grab some lunch and check my mailbox.
I returned two hours later with about a dozen nice pairs of satin panties for
Erin to wear under her jeans or pants. My message was clear, and Erin understood
it.
“Hmm hmmmm,” she thanked me, not only for the panties, but also for the
assurance that I intended to have her working as a prostitute every night for a
long, long time. She then directed me to give the bag to Tom, so he could hold
onto them for her until her shift was over or her Mom showed up. Tom too was
thrilled at the contents of the bag.
“It looks like Erin’s about to take a big step,” he said.
“And from her knees, no less,” I said.
He laughed.
It took another 45 minutes for me to finally extract Jo and Katelyn from their
sidewalk duties, and both girls were sad to leave guys standing there
unsatisfied. But I assured everyone that Jo and Katie would be back, and
everyone seemed appeased.
“It’s almost 4:00,” I explained, and we have to catch Alicia and be back here to
pick Erin up before she finishes HER shift at 6. We piled into my car and were
off.
There was almost a festive air at the other drug mart when we arrived, complete
with a couple of mounties on horses in front of the store.
“Are you for crowd control or something?” I called out, puzzled by their
presence.
“Something,” the one mountie smiled back, his smile a bit sheepish.
As it turns out, Alicia’s line was at least as long as Erin’s. But she saw Jo
and immediately started waving at her.
“You really ARE famous,” I told JoAnne.
She and Katelyn both laughed. As it turns out, though, word already had spread
to this store from the other store, by some employee who’d called a friend who
worked here.
“You’d never guess whose here,” she said to her friend as her first words over
the phone.
So Alicia had been hoping we’d stop by. And her boss quickly came out to
introduce himself. Being a die-hard ass man, like myself, he was particularly
taken with Katelyn, and asked for both girls to accompany him. Of course, the
girls said “of course”, and I got in line; but not before the manager had
ushered me to the third spot, because he knew I must be in a hurry. Then I
watched as he led the two girls not to the back, as I had expected, but to the
front. And I suddenly realized what the two mounties on HORSES were for. I
smiled a big smile, because I knew that Katelyn was almost always too busy
blowing patrons at her store to wonder out with Jo and most of the other girls I
employed to see Bucky and his buddies at the stables. I was certain that she’d
be most excited to know that those two horses were for her and Jo to each have
turns under. And Jo never said ‘no’ to any male.
As for Alicia - her hair was a little darker than Erin’s, and her figure
slightly fuller, though still quite slim. She wore the same uniform as her
friendly competitor, and so I wondered what having the two of them side by side
would look like. Maybe, I thought, we could exchange their black pants for black
panties and their pharmacy tops for tight pharmacy t-shirts and have both girls
do ass-to-mouth, from one girl’s ass to the other’s mouth, and vice versa. It
would be a really fun way for the two girls to get to know each other. Like
Erin, Alicia was all business once there was a cock in her mouth. I made a
mental note to myself to have Jo and the others teach these two girls how to
play and really have fun with the cocks in their mouths. And, like Erin, her
sweet ass made those black uniform pants look great, especially when she was on
her knees leaning forward into a man’s groin.
There were differences between them, however. For example, Alicia’s bum was a
little more round than Erin’s, more like Katelyn’s. Where Erin tended to always
have one hand on the man’s penis, Alicia often rested her hands on her own hips
while bobbing her head to and fro. Alicia also tended to thrust a bit faster and
more mechanically, her mouth wide open so that she was using her throat more
than her tongue to get the man hard. And she tended to keel a bit more upright,
so that her face was angled a little bit down as she rammed it repeatedly unto
the hardened pole in her mouth. Her entire style meant she looked around less
with her eyes, tending to stare straight ahead into the groin before her, and
almost never up into the man’s face. I’d have Jo and Nadine work on her to
improve that a bit.
(Nadine, by the way, is my other main girl, besides Jo. [See Nadine & Jo’s
Blowjob Swap – Parts 1-7]. She still works as a weather reporter at the local TV
station, giving several-times-daily, weather forecasts AND blowjobs to her male
anchors on the air to a very appreciative TV audience; as well as working the
streets with JoAnne and the others at least 5 nights a week, and visiting the
stables with JoAnne at least 3 times a week – a very busy girl she was. And she
still shares an apartment and bed with Jo and me, and participates in daily
threesomes. Which girl do I love more – Jo or Nadine – I’m often asked. The
answer: I couldn’t even begin to say… I love them both with all my heart. Jo has
given four times the number of blowjobs in her life, working as an escort and
street slut full-time; but after 10,000 or so blowjobs, Nadine is certainly no
slouch. I thoroughly enjoy being in either girl’s mouth. And both are sweet and
kind. Nadine, for example, has taken to giving free blowjobs at the local soup
kitchen once a week for four hours every Sunday morning; this after having
worked the street all Saturday night. She comes home and goes to bed only AFTER
she’s put in her four hours of charity work. Other than to visit the stables
with Jo for 2-3 hours on Sunday evening, she usually does not work Sunday night,
though, so she can rest up to be at the TV station bright and early Monday
morning. When her station found out about her charity work, they sent the
station’s own roving reporter Kaitlyn Smith out to interview Nadine on site;
and, as always, Kaitlyn ended up on her knees servicing clients with her mouth
for several hours as well, holding her microphone and staring into the camera
with cocks in her mouth on the air. “Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmmmm, hmm hmm hmmmm” –
This is Kaitlyn Smith, signing off.)
Anyway, I was certain that Jo and Nadine would be delighted to work with both
Erin and Alicia, as they were with every new girl who joined my ever growing
gaggle of gagging girls. But, for now, I enjoyed the untrained differences
between Erin and Alicia and my more schooled escorts. Their enthusiasm for
sucking and for an endless stream of cocks and ramming every one of them down
their throats was heart-warming to see. Like Erin, I was certain that Alicia
would make a wonderful little street slut who would make her Mom and Dad proud.
Meanwhile, Alicia actually had started slowing down the bobbing of her head, and
started to use more suction and more tongue as I got close to cumming. Good for
her for knowing that I was getting close, I thought. As I started to erupt, she
slowed right down, but continued to verrrry slowly slide her mouth up and down
the full length of my shaft. Finally, she stopped, her mouth now full of my cum,
as well as my cock, and THEN she leaned back to rest her bum on her shoes and
peer up at me with her big blue eyes.
“Hmmm?” she asked.
“Very nice,” I complimented her. “Would you like to work for me as a street
whore tonight?”
“Hmm hmmm,” she nodded slowly; and started to slowly slide to and fro along my
shaft again. Finally, she pulled off and swallowed.
“I’ll have to ask my boss,” she said, hopefully.
“That’s all right,” I said, backing off to zip myself up. Another man
immediately stepped forward and thrust his cock towards Alicia’s mouth.
Unthinkingly, she opened wide to accept it inside her and started to slide
slowly along that length. “I’m 110% confident that Jo and Katelyn will have
gotten your boss’ okay by now,” I continued. “We’ll be by to pick you up at 8.
Do you want us to call your parents to have them bring some jeans, heels and a
different top for you to work the streets in?”
“Hmm hmmm,” she nodded.
“What’s their number?” I asked, and then punched numbers in as Alicia used her
fingers to indicate them to me.
Needless to say, Alicia’s Mom was as thrilled as Erin’s had been, and asked to
speak to her daughter to tell her so.
“Hmm hmmm?” Alicia asked into the receiver.
She tried to describe to her Mom the outfit she wanted, but with a cock deep in
her mouth, it only came out mumbles. About the only thing I understood her say
was… “Ah hah a cock im my ouf”… which everyone laughed at, including Alicia.
Finally, I got on the phone and instructed Mom to bring a nice new pair of tight
jeans, a pair of 2 to 3 inch heels, either spike or platform, a matching
short-sleeved top that’ll either tuck in or just reach to the belt line but not
cover it, and maybe a chain belt, if Alicia had one. Mom assured me that she
knew just the outfit to bring. And then she too ended up going out shopping to
by her daughter a nice new outfit to wear to make her first day of street work
extra special and fun.
After hung up, I assured Alicia that “Mom has everything in hand”, and she
thanked me again.
“Ah oo oh uh,” she said.
“You are MOST welcome, Sweetie,” I said. “I’ll see you at eight.”
And then I popped outside to see what JoAnne and Katelyn must be doing with
those two horses. I found both on their knees, Katelyn kneeling at the hind end
of a big reddish brown one called Rusty; and JoAnne doing the same under a black
roan named Midnight. I pulled out my camera and went over to capture some truly
flattering pictures of Katelyn’s ass, still so lovingly wrapped in her new, dark
navy stretch jeans. Then I went over to the other side of the horse and squatted
down to get pictures of Katelyn’s sweet young face.
“Look here, Katie!” I said.
“Hmm hmmm,” she said, posing prettily.
After taking several more lovely pictures, I stood back up and went back around
to the other side to speak with the mountie who had his hand steadying Rusty’s
rump with gentle pats to calm him.
“How long have Jo and Kate been with the horses?” I asked.
“Just a few minutes,” he answered. “Kate blew the manager first, and then me; Jo
blew my partner first, and then the manager. And then they both started on the
big boys.”
“Thanks,” I said. I decided to go over to get some nice pictures of Jo now. As I
did, I passed a pretty female cop, in uniform, who was kneeling between the two
horses holding each horses reins. Her head was bobbing back and forth briskly as
she blew the store manager, her blonde ponytail swishing with every in and out
of her head. I squatted down to capture a few nice pictures of her; and she
dutifully posed for me to. Her badge read ‘Officer Judy Miller’.
“Hello there, Officer Judy,” I said.
“Hmm hmmm,” she answered amicably.
Like Jo, Katelyn, Erin and Alicia, she had a tight little ass that made the
pants of her blue uniform look surprisingly enticing; I told her so; and she
thanked me. I took several pictures of her bum, and she jutted it out nicely for
me.
“When you finish with the manager, can I be next?”
“Hmm hmmm,” she nodded.
Jo was still in her baby blue satin panties, top and heels and looked, as
always, as sexy as hell under Midnight. Midnight stood transfixed, feeling an
amazing tingling he’d never, ever felt before.
It was a few minutes later, while being blown by Officer Judy, that I decided
that, since it was almost 5:30, after emptying one or two loads in Judy’s mouth,
I would make my way back to pick up Erin and bring her here.
“Can you officers stick around for a little while,” I asked the male officer
manning Jo’s horse, “until I bring another girl here?”
He nodded. “The horses don’t have to be back to the station until 9.”
“Perfect,” I said. “That’ll give Alicia time to have fun with them too.”
Pretty Officer Miller swallowed two of my loads, and then I zipped up and waved
a stranger from the crowd over to take my place in the officer’s mouth. I
squatted down to explain my plan first to Jo and then to Katelyn, and they both
were happy to stay until nine. Each still had to play with the horse they hadn’t
been with yet, and then blow the one male officer they hadn’t blown yet; and
then they could both happily start on the crowd.
Erin and her Mom both were very relieved when I showed up, because I was a few
minutes late. But all was quickly forgiven, and the young cashier eagerly
twirled to show me the lovely outfit her Mom had just bought her.
“Don’t those jeans look sweet on her?” Mom asked, proudly.
And they did… lovely, medium blue designer jeans with the famous triangular logo
and question mark symbol on the right back pocket that were as tight as ever,
but that still displayed sexy little crinkles in the material whenever Erin
moved. She also wore a light grey, light sweater and black heels.
“You looking AMAZING,” I told Erin; and she beamed. And then I told them both
about the two big horses waiting for Erin, and Erin just laughed excitedly. Mom
insisted on driving behind me on the way to Alicia’s pharmacy, so she could take
pictures, and we arrived at just past 6:30. Jo had just finished Rusty and
quickly ran over to take Erin’s hand and bring her to meet him too. Erin
immediately dropped to her knees and started on him, while Officer Judy started
on Midnight, Jo kneeled to blow her second officer, Katelyn blew the manager,
and Erin’s Mom ran around between everyone capturing hundreds of photos with her
little digital.
Alicia joined the fun at 8. Like Erin, she wore new designer jeans, as well as a
light green top and heels. By now, Erin had enjoyed both officers and their
mounts, Alicia’s boss, me again, and a number of other men from the crowd. And
between them, Jo, Katelyn, Erin, and Officer Judy had blown about 50 men from
the crowd. Alicia settled under Midnight and Officer Judy took her well-earned
place next to Rusty’s hind flank. Meanwhile, Erin and Alicia’s Moms struck up a
real friendship. Both were so pleased that the other’s daughter was getting to
join in the fun too.
It was almost 9 when Erin emerged from her second horse.
“It’s time we get you swallowing some smaller loads,” I told the teen as I took
a last few nice pictures of Judy with Midnight.
Alicia nodded. She was ready. She kneeled to blow one guy from the crowd while
Erin, Jo and Katelyn finished off the men in their mouths. And then, once she
swallowed her load, we waved goodbye to the crowd and Erin and Alicia’s parents
and walked back to my car.
“How far is it?” Erin asked, anxiously.
“Not too far,” I answered.
“Will we have to wait around?” Alicia asked.
I shook my head. “I’ve already called a bunch of bikers I know, and they
promised to round up their fellow riders; so you’ll both be on your knees having
your throats porked right away; and I can promise you that you’ll be kept busy
the whole time ‘til we’re ready to go home.”
“Thank you SO much,” the two girls said in unison.
“I just wanted to make sure you two girls had extra fun your first night out,” I
answered, sincerely.
And they did. By the time one a.m. rolled around, Erin’s mouth had been reamed
by 31 paying customers, and Alicia’s by 30. As I drove the two happy girls home,
Alicia sat in the front passenger seat, leaning over to blow me to make up the
31 to 30 one-blowjob difference. And, as her head bobbed to and fro into my
groin, a thought was blooming in my brain: since the holiday season was only 3
months away, why don’t I contact all the necessary people and get some sponsors
and have these two pretty pharmacy clerks face off in a big Pre-Christmas
Inter-Pharmacy Face Fuck Festival to raise money for charity? We could have
Santa and his reindeer; and teams of girls; and put Erin, Alicia, JoAnne,
Nadine, Katelyn and even that pretty Officer Judy on their knees spreading
Christmas cheer. A Pre-Christmas Inter-Pharmacy Face Fuck Festival... what a
FANTASTICALLY FUN idea!!!
(See Part II)
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