Jo's ass to mounth marathon

“You’re AMAZING, Jo,” I told her. “I am SO PROUD of you.” And I truly was.

“Hmm hmmmmmmm (Thank youuuuu),” she said appreciatively, her soft eyes looking straight into mine. And then I think time stood still as we gazed into each other’s eyes. An understanding passed between us. I think that, if we could, both of us would have wanted that exact moment to last forever, with everything exactly as it was. We were both so happy. Me watching Jo. And Jo proudly showing the world what an amazingly sweet and talented girl she is.

But time can’t stand still, and voices still called to Jo to pose for yet another picture. Reluctantly, she turned her eyes from mine to focus back on her work.

Finally, when all the cameramen had totally exhausted every pose and angle they could get out of Jo, she reluctantly and very slowly slid back, this time all the way off the cock. It was almost clean now. Certainly, all the big turds were gone… and they all could only be in one place. Jo turned her face right at one camera… smiled… and then she opened her mouth to show everyone a mouth filled with shit. Then she sensuously closed her mouth… held everything there for another minute with a big smile on her face… and finally swallowed. It took a few swallows to coax the sticky shit down her throat, but finally it was down.

Wow!

And then she smiled again and leaned forward to suck some more.

Jo was in heaven now, bobbing her head a bit faster now with her head tilting one way and the other as she playfully worked the cock in her mouth.

“Still having fun, Jo?” I asked her.

“Hmm hmmmmmmmmmmm,” she purred.

One shitty cock after another entered Jo’s mouth and she sucked them all, becoming more confident and playful as the afternoon wore on. Soon she was deep throating everybody, forcing herself to gag not only on the shit but also on the big cocks forced down her throat.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm?” she asked her fifth guy, opening her mouth as wide as she could and then just waiting for him to respond with action.

Lucky for Jo, he immediately understood and started face-fucking her, ramming his rock-hardened staff repeatedly into her throat.

“Hggghhhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh….” She grunted each time his cock-head slammed into the back of her throat.

“Look over here, Jo!” the cameramen all called out again. And Jo, with her mouth wide open and hroat being rammed turned her eyes this way and that to find each camera.

At one point, one guy in her mouth asked her if she minded his peeing.

“Hmm hmmm,” she shook her head as best she could. And then she continued to suck him, sliding her mouth to and fro on him as he filled her mouth with mouthful after mouthful of piss which she lovingly swallowed.

“You really ARE a potty mouth, Jo,” Alphonse told her.

“Hmm hmmmm,” she nodded proudly, still swallowing piss.

Near the end of the afternoon’s fun, Jo had one shitty cock ramming her throat and another one ramming her own little ass, her panties pulled down to her knees as she kneeled on all fours. The two cocks moved together in perfect rhythm, like they were a machine. Jo just whimpered with each ramming of her throat.

“Hm. Hm. Hm. Hm. Hm,” she said.

Finally, almost six hours later, Jo was done. She smiled up at everyone, stared right into the camera and said her one line:

“Thanks, Guys!”

And then she couldn’t help herself.

“That was SO much fun!” she exclaimed excitedly, her smile ear to ear.

Alphonse nodded. It was a wrap. Jo was such a natural, it seemed there’d be none of the movie he’d want to cut out. Jo said she couldn’t wait to see it. And she thanked him SO SO MUCH for having arranged all this fun for her.

“Any time, Girl-Girl,” he said.

In the bathroom afterwards, all three girls cleaned and tidied up, fixing make-up and brushing hair… and Jo brushed her teeth for almost five minutes. It wasn’t the taste, but the smell that she thought some clients wouldn’t like.

“You still want to go work the streets, Jo?” I asked her, knowing exactly what she’d say. “You could take the rest of the night off.”

“Don’t be silly,” she laughed. 

Sure enough, fifteen minutes later we were pulling up to Jo’s favorite corner. It was eight o’clock, a little later than she and the other two usually started and a line-up of cars already stretched for a block and a half. Most of them were waiting for Jo. So proud to be in her orange top, white panties and heels, and wearing a bit too much make-up to tell everyone she was a street hooker, she jumped out of my car. In two seconds, she was climbing into another. She waved as her first John drove off with her to receive the blowjob he probably had been waiting all week for.

I knew that she was in for at least 10-12 more hours of work before this line died down. But for Jo… this isn’t really wo