It was an opportunity that was just TOO GOOD for pretty JoAnne to pass up: a televised. 24-hour blowjob marathon.

“You had a hand in this, didn’t you?” Jo asked me knowingly, peering up while kneeling at my feet and reaching up to undo my zipper.

“Who? Me?” I asked innocently as I watched her pull my soft dick out from my fruit-of-the-looms.

“Hmm hmm… hmm (Uh huh… you),” she said, my cock now in her mouth.

In fact, I HAD had a major hand in it, something I was quite proud of. The idea stemmed from the half hour documentary our News Station had done, at my suggestion, about JoAnne and her partner Sabrina, a feel-good piece on how these two lovely young girls were supplying blowjobs, at almost no cost (twenty bucks per, IF the gentleman could afford it) to men living in a downtown seniors apartment high-rise. Most of the documentary was interviewing Sabrina while lovely, blonde JoAnne was on her knees blowing two octogenarians, Frank and Burt. The station received SO many letters of appreciation for the nice story AND so many requests for copies of the videotape (sold for $24.95 each) that the station manager put a bunch of us together to come up with an even bigger event.

“You have to get JoAnne in it,” the manager insisted. “Sabrina as well… but DEFINITELY JoAnne.”

And so it was that a live, fully-televised 24-hour blowjob marathon idea took root. I was pretty sure JoAnne would take the bait, even without the prize money. I figured her only concern would be not being able to take care of all her regular clients during the show. That’s why I came up with the idea of having the girls bring guys of their own choosing, along with some we’d pick for them to blow. 

“Don’t you think that’s a GREAT idea, Jo?” I asked her.

“Hmm hmmm,” she nodded while still sucking my bone.

As it turns out, Jo and Sabrina decided that it would be best if one of them continued to take outcalls and see regular clients while the other one entered the marathon. JoAnne happily volunteered to do the latter. She had had SO much fun that one night several months ago blowing three hockey teams, back-to-back-to-back, followed immediately by eight big, burly black guys that she couldn’t wait to be on her knees to face a hundred or so more.

She asked me if I’d help her find out the world record for most blowjobs by one girl in twenty-four hours, and I agreed. All that weekend I searched the net. I found that there had been claims of girls blowing thousands, but all that had been, in truth, was mass bukkake. Maybe each guy had placed his cock in the girl’s mouth for a few seconds, but clearly these girls had never blown each guy from start to finish. I finally did discover that a girl named Kristen had once given 163 complete blowjobs in a row, all within twenty-four hours. Jo wasn’t sure she could do that, but she was sure going to try. 

At the station, we really wanted to promote this as a huge event. We rented the convention center and ran a full page add in the local paper for a week to recruit girls We managed to get several big sponsors, so that there would be a $10000 prize for the girl who won, $5000 for second place and $3000 for third. But every girl would be a winner in this event. Besides all the fun she’d have, each girl who entered and lasted five hours would receive several fine gifts… including one year’s free posting in the Escort section of the paper, a free cell phone and lots of free time each month (if used for escorting), a T-shirt that would read… “I’m JoAnne and I blew 154 (or whatever number) men at the first annual Blowjob Marathon” and a cute little cushion with the girl’s name on it, that they could use to kneel on.

Each girl would also receive tons of free publicity, since the entire event would be publicized. Foremost among the girls we wanted to promote, of course, was JoAnne. It was already decided among all the station staff that she was to be the star of this event. We just wouldn’t tell her. We thought it would be fun for her to find out on the spot, so to speak.

Each girl was responsible for inviting at least twenty-five guys to be blown. The station would supply the rest through a big recruitment drive. Girls could blow the same collection of guys over and over, if they so chose, but NOT if they wanted to try for the world record. I STRONGLY pushed Jo towards REALLY trying for the record and told her the station would make sure she had all the guys she needed. She couldn’t stop thanking me. She said she figured she could bring in about seventy-five of her own guys… three hockey teams said they’d try to recruit additional members to yield 15-20 guys per team… her original five black guys had swelled to eleven the last time she blew them… they also agreed to bring 15-20 guys to the event. And she figured that maybe 8-10 of her seniors would be worth bringing. She didn’t want guys who only pissed in her mouth, instead of ejaculate, because that wouldn’t count as a completed blowjob. She also didn’t want guys who would take too long. Nonetheless, she figured she’d have seventy-five to eighty guys easy.

The biggest dilemma for Jo, then, was not who she was going to bring to give blowjobs to, but what she was going to wear. It never matters who Jo is blowing, or how many or where or when, Jo ALWAYS looks great. She is fastidious about her make-up… it’s always perfect… just enough rouge on her cheeks and eye shadow… and her lips ALWAYS look so sensuous with her choices of lipstick that they seem always ready to be fucked. Make-up would not be a problem. But Jo has so many nice outfits, especially now that she has been working so regularly and making such good income from escorting. Of course, I have my favorites, especially her camel-colored front-pleated pants. But she has black and chocolate brown pleated pants that look great. And tight navy blue jeans. And light blue Guess jeans. And very, very nice pleated white pants. Her little bum looks marvelous in every one of these tight pants she has. Which to choose to be on television with?

She finally decided to bring several pairs of pants and jeans and tops and change her clothes when and if the idea of changing her outfit moved her. She HAD to take brief breaks, after all. She couldn’t give blowjobs continuously for twenty-four hours. No. She decided that, every two hours she would take a five minute break… and maybe every four hours she’d quickly change her clothes. It would be fun. The one constant would be her bra and panties… a matching pair of baby blue satin bikini panties and bra. The guys in the camera crew would like to see her in them, she thought.

Yes. This was going to be fun.

Even though the marathon only was to start at noon, Jo was so excited she got up out of bed at seven that morning. She took a long, hot shower, then spent over an hour and a half in the bathroom, wearing just her bra and panties, making sure her make-up was just right. The night before she had packed a suitcase of clothes to bring. What she decided to wear at the start was a pink sweater, a nice, new pair of navy blue, 5-pocket jeans she’d just bought the weekend before, and black heels. She stood in the mirror admiring the appearance of her cute little bum in those jeans. 

I had told her to arrive at the convention centre about an hour early for an interview. She showed up with Sabrina at about ten thirty. I suggested we interview her while she was blowing the M.C., which she did happily. Did HE have a smile on his face!!!

“I’m here with Professional Escort JoAnne Skagging at the City Convention Centre just one hour before the start of the First Annual 24-Hour Blowjob Marathon. JoAnne is one of thirty-three young ladies who have entered this event. Hello JoAnne.”

The camera then shifted to JoAnne, who turned her head to look straight into the camera.

“Hmm hmm,” she said, through her mouthful of cock.

It was a GREAT interview. JoAnne continued to suck the M.C. while trying, as best as she could, to answer a flurry of questions.

“Are you excited about this event, Jo?” she was asked.

“Hmm hmmm,” she nodded enthusiastically.

“Rumor has it that you are not only trying to win this event, but also to set a World record for giving the most blowjobs in 24 hours.”

“Hmm hmmm,” she nodded again.

“How many blowjobs do you have to give to break the record?”

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm,” she answered.

“One hundred and sixty-four?” the reporter repeated incredulously, already having the number written down. “That’s a lot of blowjobs.”

“Hmm hmmm,” JoAnne nodded.

“Do you think you can do it?”

“Hmm hmmm,” Jo nodded again.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll have no difficulty finding guys to put their cocks in your mouth, JoAnne. You are a VERY pretty girl.”

“Hmm hmmmm (Thank you),” Jo said appreciatively, while starting to blush.

“Do you think all the cameras will make you nervous?”

“Hmm hmmm,” Jo shook her head confidently.

“That’s good, Jo. Because we’re going to be right here, filming this entire event live for the full twenty-four hours, so we can capture all of the exciting action,” the reporter told the T.V. audience. “And we’ll ESPECIALLY be following you, JoAnne, as you try to break the record.”

“Hmm hmm (Thank you),” Jo said.

“Everyone everywhere wishes you good luck in your noble quest to become the best cocksucker of all time.”

“Hmm hmmm (Thank you),” Jo said again. And then the camera went in for a real good close-up of her beautiful, cock-filled face.

No sooner had we finished our interview than poor JoAnne had another cock pushed into her mouth and was surrounded by at least twenty more cameras and had another seven or eight microphones thrust towards her face to please some other stations as well as local, regional and even a national newspaper. She frantically did her best to answer their barrage of rapid-fire questions.

“Are you ready, JoAnne?” 
“Are you nervous, JoAnne?”
“Do you think you can break the record?”
“Have you ever done a blowjob marathon before, JoAnne?”
“Is it true that every day you blow a big, chestnut horse named Bucky?”

Still sucking cock, she answered: “Hmm hmm. Hmm hmm. Hmm hmm. Hmm hmm. Hmm hmm…” first nodding, then shaking her head, then nodding, then shaking her head and then reflexedly nodding again. Then her eyes got real big. “Hmm?” ‘What was that last question again?’ she thought to herself.

“Is it spelled B-U-C-K-Y?” she was asked. 

Desperately she shook her head. “Hmm hmm. Hmm hmm,” she pleaded. But that reporter’s head was down as he wrote on his little pad. And if he did see her, he clearly was ignoring her… he had the answer he wanted and there was no changing it now.

This barrage of reporters went on for several more minutes. But finally we insisted that she be left alone to get ready for her race.

Within about 25 minutes, JoAnne was on her knees in her designated spot on a riser at the front of the huge auditorium with a line-up of several guys in front of her. Time was passing quickly now. As the final seconds ticked off before starting, she glanced quickly around her. She still had about twenty cameras surrounding her, whereas all the girls she could see only had two or three. I smiled. I had done my job well, promoting her especially to all the media. 

‘You’re going to be famous, JoAnne,’ I thought to myself contentedly.

Most of the girls who were competing with Jo I figured she would defeat easily. You could tell because they had only brought a few guys with them. But there were several who (pardon the pun) could provide stiff competition for her.

Mary and Kim were two sisters who, between them, had sucked off about 350 Santas attending a Santa Claus Convention this past December, followed, their Dad told us proudly, by ten actual reindeer on Christmas Day itself. 

“You didn’t REALLY blow reindeer, did you?” we asked Mary at her interview. The nineteen-year old blonde just laughed and shrugged.

Debbie was a thirty-something year old blonde who sells mattresses. For a big promotional stunt, she kneeled on a pillow made of the same foam as the mattress and blew over a thousand guys over eight days.

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