On Kim’s other side was Madison, the shy waitress who sometimes blew patrons under the table, hiding her face (SANDY AND JO’S CHOCOLATE-COATED CUM – PART 2). Though she’d been working part-time as a street whore for more than a year, she still worked at her uncle’s restaurant and still was shy. It was her uncle who’d asked her to do this, as much as her pimp (me), seeking free publicity for his restaurant by having his niece wear her work uniform… black dress pants; a light green, collared, short-sleeved t-shirt with the restaurant’s name on the back; and black dress shoes. She even wore the little green cap with the restaurant‘s name on it and, for her uncle, regularly paused to pose for and look right into the cameras to show it off. (As it turns out, a few of these pictures would be so pretty, they’d end up on several big billboards her uncle would have erected all across the city, over the caption “We’ll feed YOU if YOU feed US.” Needless to say, business skyrocketed after that.)

Also advertising her company’s wares was Debbie, the gorgeous, blonde mattress saleswoman who continuously criss-crosses the country offering blowjob challenges, proving that she can kneel on one of her mattresses giving blowjobs for 24 hours straight (DEBBIE’S SUPERBLOW MATTRESS). As usual, today she wore camel-coloured dress pants, an orange shirt similar to Madison’s, and spike heels, and man! Did her ass look sweet in those pants! Of course, she’d had one of her mattresses carted along so she could kneel on it. Unlike Madison, who said nothing unless spoken too, Debbie regularly spoke into the camera, telling everyone how comfortable the mattress she was kneeling on was, and how she was “willing to kneel here as long as men keep lining up!” She even had her own back-up camera crew available for a full 10 days, to keep shooting should the ploy work and she be forced to stay here that long. She’d sleep at night and shower and dress in new clothes each morning (always in camel-coloured pants though). But she fully expected and, in fact, hoped to still be here for the full time. And, as you might expect, sometimes her announcements were cut short by the next guy in line shoving his rigid rod all the way down her throat, so that her announcements sounded more like:

“This mattress is SO comfortable that I hggghhhhh… hggghhhhh… hggghhhhhhhxkxsxghhh!”

She obviously didn’t mind a bit though, happily starting to thrust her head to and fro to bring the next cock to fruition.

Though today’s blowjobs all were free, true to their origins, Stacey and Stephanie still sold chocolate bars for charity, each girl having a large stack of boxes, filled with assorted chocolate bars, next to where they were kneeling, along with a little coin box so people could pick out the candy they wanted and pay without the girl’s having to handle any money (both girls were FAR too busy). In matching purple and white school sweaters and tight designer jeans, the brunette and blonde did EXTREMELY well, selling over 700 chocolates and making more than $1400 between them. Most guys ate a bar while being blown, while waiting, or both. One guy peeled the paper off of a bar he’d bought and stuffed it three-quarters way up his gay lover’s ass, before offering it to blonde Stephanie, who thanked him, admitting to him that she had been craving one, seeing them sitting there just beyond her reach. As Stephanie bit into it, she noted that the chocolate and shit combination was a bit odd, but not that unpleasant. She hungrily ate the rest of the bar and then opened her mouth up for more ass-flavoured dicks.

Katelyn, the sweet-faced and VERY sweet-assed dark-haired brunette who’d single-handedly saved a grocery store in The Village (KATELYN’S BACK ROOM BLOWJOBS), was surprised to learn that, in fact, many of the patrons she’d been servicing all along were gay. The truth is that no girl in the history of the world had ever made a pair of grocery-store-uniform black dress pants ever look nicer. I’d pleaded with her for months to let me fuck her poop-chute before she’d finally relented. No doubt, many of these gay guys had wanted to as well, and settled for dreaming about her ass and fucking her sweet mouth instead. NOW they were getting a bit closer to their wish, feeding Katie cocks delved out of their own asses. And, luckily, Katelyn was in uniform, making it all that much sweeter.

Erin and Alicia also wore their store uniforms, belonging to the pharmacies where they both worked hard to supply oral massage services to senior males in need of them. Since Erin had started it all, half a year ago, the two pharmacies, belonging to the same chain, had entered into friendly competition, offering Erin and Alicia up for more and more hours. Now, both girls offered their mouths and throats up 8 hours a day Monday through Saturday, and for four hours on Sundays. But both managers had been pleased to have their girls bring their talents and dedication to this event, providing they wore their uniforms for free publicity. Meanwhile, back in the stores, large wall monitors had been set up with direct feeds from on-site videocams, so customers could watch their two favourite girls having their throats pounded while fucking the mouths of a couple of stand-ins (or should I say ‘kneel ins’) - a very pretty, newly-hired blonde clerk named Brynn at Erin’s store; and a deliciously slim East Indian girl named Pracheeta at Alicia’s. As Brynn and Pracheeta worked, they watched the screens too. Both hoped that, once their shifts were over, there still would be time for them to pop over to the big event to join in the fun there.

At the bank where Rhonda worked (RHONDA’S PANTY-LINE BLOWJOB LINE), the girls made sure that they had clearly visible bikini panty-lines any day they were offering their mouths up to male co-workers and patrons for hard assets and liquid deposits. So no one at work was surprised when Rhonda came on TV wearing white front pocket dress pants. Even on TV, the lines of her white nylon panties were inescapable. She wore a pretty gold chain belt, a purple blouse, and heels to go with the pants, and looked lovely. In honour of her branch, she also wore her name tag, something those at the bank proudly pointed out on the screen they’d set up. The cameramen at today’s event featured Rhonda’s sweet panty-lines, often panning in on it to show the millions of viewers watching on TV and the net. When she finally got there, Kaitlyn Smith asked her about it.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm?” she asked, pointing to her own subtle panty-line.

Rhonda had been asked the colour of her panties so many times, she understood the question right away.

“Hmmm,” she said, pointing at the material of her pants.

“Hmmmm?” Kaitlyn asked, a bit surprised that white showed through so well.

“Hmm hmmm,” Rhonda nodded. “Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmmm,” Rhonda explained.

And that’s when both their guys decided to shut them up by shoving their rods ALL THE WAY down their throats and holding them there. Of course, this made Rhonda’s and Kaitlin’s pants even tighter, so both girls stayed like this for over 5 minutes while everyone within earshot got pictures.


Mary and her older sister Kim, having just finished 6 solid weeks of blowing Santa Clauses from all over, came dressed still in the holiday spirit, with lovely Christmas sweaters, tight designer jeans, and the sexy high-heeled boots they got for Christmas from Santa, this year like every year, ever since they’d both blown the ‘real Santa’ on Christmas morning and then popped into the back yard to offer Christmas cheer to all Santa’s reindeer too. The ‘real Santa’ had then used their Dad’s camera to take several hours of flattering video coverage and still pictures of the two sisters as they feasted on deer meat, and showing that video and putting out a huge photo album of those pictures on their coffee table had since become a Christmas tradition for all holiday visitors to enjoy. Dad had long since stopped even trying to hide his Santa suit from them, or the name of the country reindeer farm where he rented the reindeer for them every year.

“So YOU’VE been the Santa bringing the reindeer to the house every year?” Kaitlyn Smith had asked him during an earlier interview.

“Why?” he asked her, invitingly. “Have you been a good girl too?”

Suffice it to say that Kaitlyn has since gotten her Christmas wish every year since.

As for my other girls, Wendy was on JoAnne’s right and my other girlfriend Nadine (Jo, Nadine and I lived together) was on Jo’s left. Like Rhonda, Wendy worked in a bank, though only part-time because she worked at least 40 hours each week on the street. Like Rhonda, she came dressed as she would at her bank, including her trademark black dress pants, to which she always added a colourful ribbon tied into a bow on her right hip, instead of a belt, so that she always looked like a gift. And she certainly had been a gift to me and to males everywhere, having blown more than 20,000 of us horny bastards since she’d started working for me four years ago. Today, her ribbon was red, as were her blouse and heels. Her satin bikini panties, by the way, always were black too, to ‘fill in’ for her black pants whenever she had cause to remove them. For some reason, when I think of Wendy, I always think of her beautiful face and long, light blonde hair; but I always also picture her ass in those pants, with her black panties underneath, and her bows. Today’s TV crews obviously enjoyed her gift-wrapped look, spending lots of time focussing on it all for the TV screen.

Nadine sometimes wore panty suits like Jo, but not today. Because it was, after all, mid winter, she chose to wear warm brown colours, chocolate brown pants, a cream coloured sweater and brown heels. Quickly, all this matched her tongue, which everyone thought was very funny. Next to JoAnne, Nadine gave the best blowjobs I’d ever had... mainly because she so obviously enjoyed it. A TV weather reporter by trade, she’d already been blowing guys at the station and even on the set when I first found her and fell in love. In fact, the first time I met her, she was kneeling in the station break room with her co-worker Jackie, blowing about 50 guys between them. She’d definitely moved up since then, having blown almost 35,000 cocks in the eight years I’d known her, about 5000 of them mine. But, like Jo, she’d never paid attention to whether the guys were straight, gay or bi. Now, she knew that she was reaching out and felt good about it. Besides, her station had just hired a gay co-anchor, and she looked forward to kneeling for him during regular broadcasts from now on. Unquestionably, the station would approve and ratings would soar once again. There’s just something about a gorgeous, nicely-dressed blonde sucking cocks on public TV that makes a weather report more interesting.

My other girls – Heather, Claire and Emily – all were somewhere too, all having dressed in tight designer jeans and sweaters for a kind of girl-next-door look that they knew, from their experience as prostitutes, most guys adore. Kaitlyn Smith’s job was to interview every one of these girls over the next 24 hours she’d be on the air. But she knew that, every time she was moved to where a new girl was, she wouldn’t even be on her knees fully before some cock got shoved into her mouth. Nonetheless, interview the girls she did.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmmm?” she’d ask.

“Hmm hmm hmmm?”

And so on.

About the only question that really was intelligible was the one she asked each and every interviewee:

“Ih hih ih fum?”

Every single girl answered with enthusiastic nods. It really WAS fun.

Perhaps the most heart-felt interview was given by young Kim’s dad, who thanked everyone, from Kim’s mom and teachers and Mr. Stanner, to the scientists running the study his daughter was in, to the organizers of this event, to “every single guy who has thrust his big stick down my daughter’s throat; and to Kim herself, who continues to make us all SO PROUD.” And then he cast his eyes down at his daughter, whose pretty hazel eyes peered straight up into his, and he lowered the microphone he was holding down to Kim’s mom, so Mom could hold it at his belt level while pushing her daughter’s head firmly towards him with her other hand.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmmm (thank you, Daddy),” the teen said, lovingly, turning her head as best she could, first towards the TV and then towards the camera that Grandma held, while Grandpa stood supportively behind her, patiently awaiting HIS turn.

And maybe the most heart-warming moment again involved Kim, when the frail old geezer with the colostomy bag she’d met through school showed up, helped up out of his wheelchair to stand right in front of her, his bag full to the brim. With him just wearing a short white t-shirt, Kim saw that the bag was clipped on only partially, but that was part of the fun. Sure enough, with a few bumps of her nose, the bag broke loose and everything leaked out all over the man’s groin for Kim to enjoy. Everyone laughed and applauded as Kim cleaned the guy up with her mouth and tongue, desperately trying to keep the mess off of the old man’s pants, all the while continuing to give him the best and most loving blowjob she could. Amazingly, she accomplished both objectives, licking him fully clean AND topping off all those tasty mouthfuls of brown semi-solid secretion with a big load of creamy cum. Needless to say, both Kim’s parents were very pleased and impressed, and immediately invited the old man to visit Kim at their home “any time she’s home”.

“Or just call and we’ll happily bring Kim to you at the senior home, whenever she’s free,” Dad volunteered.

Mom laughed: “It isn’t very often that she’s free anymore; but I’m sure she’d love to visit. Wouldn’t you Kim?”

“Hggggghhhhhhh,” Kim nodded as enthusiastically as she could, given the new huge cock rammed all the way down her throat.

By this time, several of Kim’s other classmates had arrived at the event and were on their knees too, including Katie Stanner, the principal’s daughter, whose dad came with her.

“Let’s find Kim and Brooke first,” he said. It took awhile, but finally they did find Kim and Brooke, both still hard at work. Kim saw them as they approached from a distance and immediately brushed the seat of her pants and straightened out her hair and blouse. She then looked right at Mr. Stanner trying to look as pretty as she could.

“Hmm hmmmm,” she called out, as sweetly as she could.

“Hello, Kim,” the principal said. “Can I join your line?”

“Hmm hmmmm,” she nodded vigorously. She’d been hoping he’d show up.

Katie kneeled and calmly and slowly took care of her dad while he waited patiently for Kim’s mouth to become free. Because he wanted to save all his cum for Kim, Kate had two strangers stand on either side of him, and she blew them to completion while just keeping her dad ‘on the verge’. Three pairs came and went, and Katie just kept blowing and swallowing from them all. Finally, after about 30 minutes, her dad stepped away to let some new stranger step in and really fuck Katie’s mouth, and watched while she again became surrounded. By now, he was second in Kim’s line, so he knew he wouldn’t have to wait much longer. After giving Kim an extra big load (helped along by everything Katie had done for him), he planned to wait for Brooke and let her suck out any residual. He glanced at her now too, and saw how lovely she looked and how much fun she was having. How wonderful it was to see two of his own students enjoying and making a name for themselves on national television. And now his own daughter too, wherever she now was amidst a swelling crowd.

Lucky Kim was delighted to finally have her secret crush in her mouth again, and even more delighted when her Mom and Dad insisted on taking so many pictures of her with him (they knew she liked him, and had already pre-ordered 50 copies of the Year Book, which was to have a lovely picture of Kim feeding on Mr. Stanner to commemorate the first ‘recorded’ blowjob given in the 40-week study). Mom directed as Dad took the photos.

“A Little deeper,” Principal Stanner, she said. excitedly. “And look right into the camera and turn your bum a little this way too, Kim.”

“Hmm hmmm?” Kim asked, doing her best.

“That’s perfect, Sweetie.”

The proudest Mom in the whole crowd, except maybe young Kim’s, was Katelyn’s. Over the past year and a bit, she’d watched her lovely daughter single-mouthedly save the grocery store where Mom had worked for years – one which was losing about $1000 a day and was threatening to close – one backroom blowjob at a time. Initially, those blowjobs helped to offset the losses. Then, as Katelyn’s services became more widely known - through word of (no pun intended) mouth, the wall of pictures I continued to create for Katelyn right behind Mom’s checkout line, Katelyn’s website, KatelysBackRoomBlowjob.com, and the store moving the girl out of the back room to a prominent spot out front – the store actually started to make daily profits. Now, Katelyn’s mouth and website had earned over $2 million for the store over the past year, leading to huge Christmas bonuses, the hiring of new staff, brand new check out counters, and a big planned expansion, including a special bay window style area at the front of the store where Katelyn could kneel in full view of passers-by outside. And, if that were not enough, EVERYONE continued to remark on how AMAZING Kalelyn’s ass looked – sweet and soft and round – making her black store uniform pants look so great, Katelyn blowing a customer with her lovely ass turned towards the camera was now pictured on bill boards all over the country – part of a nationwide promotion for the store chain. How could a mom NOT be overwhelmingly proud of a daughter like that. And so it was natural that Mom show up with a special treat for her daughter. You see, though thousands of men had expressed their interest in one day fucking that cute little poop cute of Katelyn’s, only a lucky few (and by ‘few’, I mean about 700) actually had been able to partake of some nice wholesome ass-to-mouth with her. But all this week and without Katelyn’s knowledge, Mom and the other clerks had been handing out ‘Fuck Katie’s Tail Free’ cards to every mail customer, all redeemable at this event. And Mom was here with the first of a multitude who were coming to redeem their coupons. Pretty Katelyn was placed kneeling on all fours on a raised platform, just big enough for her, and her pants and panties pulled down so that the dreams of all these past customers could be fulfilled. Meanwhile, Mom was their with her Polaroid, taking two pictures of her daughter with every customer: one for the customer, and one for Katie’s wall.

Every one of the girls was featured and interviewed on national television (though, admittedly, none of the questions or responses were profound - “Hmmm hmmm hmm hmmm?” “Hmm hmm hmm.” – and so on.) But JoAnne was the star and everyone knew it; she had a camera on her at virtually all times. Other girls - like the young blondes Kim and Stephanie, and Katelyn, the brunette with the amazing ass - were particularly popular too. And, of course, the horses. Because no holiday for JoAnne would be complete without face time with her horse Bucky, I made arrangements for him to show up too.

Lucky Bucky and a four of his stable buddies were led around the crowd to each of the girls, and every girl was overjoyed each time one of their turns came. Having heard the story of Kim and Brooke, we made sure they received their first horses at the same time – Bucky with Kim and Starbright with Brooke. These best friends had kneeled together at school, at the men’s college, at the senior’s home, and as prostitutes; but nothing beat kneeling here together each enjoying her own horse. We positioned the beasts such that Kim and Brooke were kneeling right next to and facing each other, so each girl could have extra fun watching her friend. Kim, being competitive, started to see how deep she could go, and Brooke immediately rose to the challenge. Bucky and Starlight received over a half hour of loving care from these two girls before they were allowed to move on, several loads later. The girls were sad to see their new friends led off, but very pleased when I assured them that more horses were coming for them, including Bucky and Starbright together again so the girls could switch horses.

Stephanie and Stacey, Mary and the other Kim, plus Debbie, were others who had never actually enjoyed horse before; and to say that they were excited would be a HUGE understatement. Used to reindeer, the two sisters were amazed at how BIG these big boys were. And lovely Stephanie showed once again why blondes DO, in fact, have more fun, by stuffing an amazing 17 inches into her mouth and throat and holding it there for over 500 pictures, proudly jutting out the tight seat of her jeans so people didn’t forget to take pictures of it too. By the time she decided to slip back a bit, the animal’s member had swollen to the point where it had become stuck. Everyone laughed watching Stephanie trying desperately to pull off, and then just giving up and posing for more pictures, especially of her sweet, sweet ass, which she’d so sexily adorned in tight, light blue designer jeans with their trademark triangular logo. We took bets as to how soon it would take for Stephanie’s pictures to end up on this jeans company’s website and in magazine ads and billboards. We didn’t have to wait long to get our first answer. Within one hour of our taking bets, someone found several pictures of her on the website, still stuck to the horse. It was fun.

And the fun just kept increasing. By hour twenty, it was clear to everyone that the crowd of men gathering inside and lining up inside was just getting bigger, not smaller. With all the media coverage, gay men and men pretending to be gay men just to get into the action were arriving from all over the World to be blown by Jo and her friends. Debbie’s crew had long since booked a motel room for her for the full nine nights, with an option for more. And they’d been nice enough to send someone around to ask the other girls if they wanted rooms for that long too. Every girl nodded ‘Yes’. None of them wanted to go anywhere until ALL the men were taken care of and the fun and excitement had died down (IF that EVER happened). The store managers for Katelyn, Erin and Alicia were contacted, and they all acquiesced too. Other girls at the store, like Brynn and Pracheeta, would just have to cover their hours. Naturally, Brynn and Pracheeta both showed up at the big event to kneel and suck too, when they weren’t on duty, but they knew they’d have to service both places, and actually didn’t mind. And other girls showed up too, like the school principal’s daughter, Katie, a classmate named Stephanie, and several other girls from their school; a brunette exchange student named Brandy and her friend, a sexy mid-twenties married blonde named Melanie (Brandy’s Deep Throat Adventures, Parts 2 and 3); a sexy blonde computer geek named Sarah; and a slightly stuck-up but otherwise sweet and very sexy rich blonde named Robin. These girls all dropped to their knees to join in the festivities and were immediately rewarded by having huge, shit-coated cocks shoved all the way down their throats. There clearly was enough cock to keep ALL the girls busy for days and days.

The actual 24-hour television coverage ultimately started and ended with JoAnne, though. By the time 12:00 AM January 2nd arrived, twenty-fours into a wonderful New Year, she’d blown more than 450 men, far short of her own 24-hour World record because she’d wanted to savour the taste of all these cocks, but still impressive enough. Jo also had spent quality time with Bucky several times, as well as his stable buddies, but finished off with an hour of gay seniors, some from the seniors building that she and Sabrina routinely serviced, and where JoAnne had really got a jump start on her career with those two old fogies, Frank and Burt, now almost eight years ago. Appropriately, JoAnne finished off her first 24 hours of 2010 by blowing Frank and then Burt. Burt was his usual crotchety self, telling Jo that he wasn’t too pleased about being “What, your 5000th blowjob of the day? I didn’t come all this way to be blown by a tired mouth!”

But Jo just scolded him sweetly, saying “Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmmm”, and then she proceeded to give him as wonderful a blowjob as ever.

“Oh shit!” Burt ultimately sighed, his eyes rolling back in his head with ecstasy.

“Hmmmmmmm,” Jo purred, proudly, having proven once again that her mouth NEVER, EVER got tired of sucking cock. She’d suck 24/7/365 if she didn’t need sleep. S it was, she came pretty close to that.

“That was fun,” she said, finally resting her bum back against her heels once she’d swallowed Burt’s load, just seconds before midnight. She knew that many more cocks were lining up for her, and that she’d be giving blowjobs through the night and well into the next day before she’d even be allowed to take a break; but the formal New Years Day telecast was over. “What’s next for you?” she asked Kaitlyn Smith.

Kaitlyn just shrugged, her throat still being plugged by some guy’s huge 10-incher, despite the fact that she’d already formally ‘signed off’.

“I know,” I said. “How about a Valentine’s Day special for male transsexuals and transvestites? They could all wear their nicest panties and you could suck all their cocks too.”

Kaitlyn’s eyes grew large with a cute sense of excitement – what an AMAZING story THAT would make; but JoAnne just laughed and nodded, and then kneeled upright again to eagerly accept another brown cock into her mouth and throat.