Sandy oral education

She had listened to my suggestion about matching her lipstick with her ribbon and bow, so that the horses all knew the ‘gift’ she was offering them. Both were bright red. In fact, Jo and Heather had taken up the same idea. All three girls, essentially, were ‘gift-wrapped’. Jo’s ribbon, bow and lipstick were dark pink, and Heather’s a playful light shade of blue. I knew that the horses all would be pleased.

On the drive out, Heather was most encouraging:

“The first time I did it, it took me five minutes to get the courage to kneel under Bucky… they’re all such BIG animals! But Jo really has them all conditioned and now they’re all very gentle. All you have to do is stroke one of their hind legs and they generally stay perfectly still.”

Jo nodded and suggested that Sandy start with SilverStar. “He stays VERY still,” she explained. 

“He’s my favorite,” Heather said, and then added… “besides Bucky, of course.”

Sandy was a bit nervous when we first entered the stable. It was a little dark and the animals were larger even than Sandy had imagined. She just never had been around horses before. Jo briefly walked Sandy around to meet Bucky and his six friends. Heather grabbed a blanket to kneel on, wished Sandy luck and then headed off to start on Trotsky.

“And this is SilverStar,” Jo said, introducing a big, beautiful brown stallion to Sandy. She opened the gate and they went in. SilverStar immediately started nosing Sandy’s bow. He knew that the new girl was for him.

“He likes your bow,” I told Sandy.

Sandy went around to pet Silver’s face while Jo squatted down to position a blanket just in front of his hind legs. 

“He’s ready,” Jo said when she stepped up to Sandy again. 

Jo led Sandy back towards the blanket and then encouraged her to take her time, but not to be afraid. “You’ll LOVE it,” she assured her. “And it’s GREAT practice.”

Sandy nodded nervously and then smiled at me before slowly squatting down and kneeling on the blanket.

“Scoot right under him so you’re in the middle,” Jo instructed her.

Sandy did as told.

“Now just put your right hand on his back leg right here,” she guided Sandy’s hand. “And gently pet him.”

Sandy reached up to pet the huge animal’s hind haunch. 

“Then just start when you’re ready.”

Sandy took a moment to gather her courage, but finally looked straight ahead to see what awaited her. And then, after another minute, she sighed and kneeled fully upright to start giving Silver his ‘gift’.

Jo encouraged Sandy for a few minutes, but it soon became apparent that Sandy was becoming totally absorbed in her fun and no longer needed encouragement. Jo left me to take pictures of Sandy and went off to see Bucky.

It was Sandy’s first time with a horse but she was a real trooper. Not only did she play with Silver so nicely, but she also dutifully posed for one picture after another, proudly looking right into the camera for lots of close-ups, and tilting her cute little bum my way whenever I wanted to capture that on film too. 

I asked her if this was all that different from what she’d been doing in the bank and she just shrugged and shook her head.

“Hmm hmm,” she said.

I then told her that I planned to give her bank manager some of these pictures so he could hang another couple next to the others of her in the bank.

“Is that okay?” I asked her.

“Hmm HMMMM (Of COURSE)!” she answered confidently. And after that she really tried hard to look pretty for every picture.

It took three hours, but Sandy did get to play with all six horses. By one o’clock, she was having so much fun she didn’t want to leave. 

“There are other stables here too, aren’t there?” she asked hopefully.

But Jo had other plans for her, so she and Heather stripped off their jeans to show Sandy their panty outfits… Jo now showing off her favorite white panties and Heather light blue ones, and both still wearing their pretty ribbons and bows around their waists.

“Do you want meet a couple of the hockey teams I regularly service?” Jo asked Sandy.

“Really?” Sandy asked excitedly.

“Uh huh,” Jo nodded.

“Sure.”

“Well… why don’t we go buy you some nice panties so that we’re a matching set!

“Thanks so much, Guys!” Sandy said as we led her back to the car. The new girl wasn’t so sure she’d be comfortable meeting a whole bunch of new guys wearing only panties and heels below the waist. But she certainly WAS willing to blow them. 

I followed the girls into the store, Jo and Heather in their panties and Sandy still in her very nice black pants. Sandy was jealous of all the appreciative stares the other two were getting, but I reminded her that many eyes were finding her bum too. She felt better when I said that.

In the store, everyone doted on Sandy. Sandy first picked out three nice demi-tops she liked, one light purple, one white and one yellow. The store manager herself came out and showed Sandy every pair of satin bikini panties in the store.

“Can I try them on?” Sandy asked.

“Of course,” the store owner said.

I held Sandy’s pants but she tied her ribbon around her waist just like Jo and Heather had done. Then she put on one of the new tops, the light purple one, and tried almost every pair of panties that might conceivably go with it. She settled on two satin bikinis, one a darker shade of purple and the other black. 

“I’m not sure whether to buy one or both,” she said, quite perplexed.

“Why don’t you wander about the mall for a bit, and see what all the guys think of them?” the store owner suggested.

“Would you mind?” Sandy asked, hopefully.

“Of course not… take your time.” She knew, as JoAnne, Heather and I did, that once Sandy experienced the thrill of all those lustful stares, she’d be smitten with whatever panties she was wearing and would feel compelled to buy them. Sandy tried on the dark purple ones first and we wandered from one end of the mall to the other. Sandy immediately discovered that now every eye that settled on Jo and Heather also made it to her. 

“I want these,” she said determinedly when we got back to the store a half hour later.

The same thing happened with the black panties (she likes black, after all). In fact, since she figures black and purple would go with all three tops, she bought three pairs of each. 

“Are you planning to wear them to the bank?” I asked her.

She smiled coyly and asked: “Do you think I should?”

Of course, everyone nodded, which is EXACTLY what she’d hoped we’d do.

We also convinced her to buy a white pair of panties like Jo’s, a light blue pair, a sexy red pair and a hot pink pair. But she went back to wearing the purple top and panties with her black heels when we left the store. We stopped at the pharmacy and the girls all bought more ribbons to wear for belts. We then all ate a meal at Keller’s and Jo told Sandy all about the hockey teams she and Jo would be servicing in just a few hours.

“What do we do until then?’ Sandy asked.

“Would you like to meet some of the guys I service in the seniors building?” Jo asked her. “A lot of the guys are in their seventies and eighties, but they’re all really nice.”

“Do you think they’ll want to see me?” Sandy asked. “I’m not nearly as good at blowjobs as you are yet.”

“Of COURSE they’ll want to see you,” JoAnne assured her. “Especially in your new panties.”

Sandy just beamed with pride.

We dropped Heather off at Jo’s Corner at around six-thirty, because she wanted to do a little street work. We waited a moment to see how long it would take for Heather to get her first customer… less than thirty seconds. No sooner had Heather reached the sidewalk and turned around to wave at us when a big black car rolled up and Heather went over to talk to the driver. She was laughing and waving to us as she ran around to the front passenger side… and then she was gone. She only planned to work until one or so, when we’d swing back to pick her up. But she hoped to give 20-30 blowjobs in six hours if things worked out as she wanted them to.

“Don’t worry, Sandy,” I said. “In a few minutes, you’ll be having fun too.”

Jo already had called Bonnie, the older nurse who delivered medical care to all the old farts at the seniors’ complex. Bonnie had been so encouraging and helpful when Jo had first started giving blowjobs there, often running around beforehand to drum up extra work for Jo. She quickly proved herself to be a very dear friend.

This time, Jo had continued Bonnie by cell to tell her about Sandy. 

“She’s already practiced on a bunch of men at the bank and played with the horses and is thinking about becoming a prostitute,” Jo told her as Sandy listened intently.

“Good for her,” Bonnie said in her usual, grandmotherly way.

Sandy was so thankful and excited when Jo tells her that Bonnie will be running around lining up a whole bunch of old guys for her to suck.

Anyway, it was just a few minutes shy of 7 p.m. when Jo and Sandy arrived in the lobby of the seniors’ high rise. Jo still wore her white panties, light blue half-sweater, black heels and dark pink lipstick, waist ribbon and bow; Sandy had replaced her red lipstick, ribbon and bow with a light pink color that better matched her light purple half-sweater and lavender-colored panties. They proudly strolled into the main lobby to where Bonnie was waiting for them. Because she’d been off on holiday and then sick herself for a couple of weeks, Bonnie had not yet seen Jo’s new panty look.

She was VERY impressed.

“And you must be Sandy,” Bonnie said to the girl she didn’t recognize. “Jo said you had to be at the arena by eleven t the latest so I only lined up 15 guys for you. But I’ll be in the building and I have my cell on. So if you are ahead of schedule and want more men to suck, just call me and I can get you any number you want.” Then she added: “Mr. Henderson figured you might not get to him so he just peed in a bottle in case you get thirty.” And Connie pulled out a bottle filled with deep yellow piss to give to Sandy.

“Thanks so much, Bonnie. You’re so terrific!” Sandy said sincerely.

Bonnie smiled. She was delighted to help another pretty blonde out like this. She turned to Jo. “I’ve arranged for her to start with Frank and Burt.” And then she smiled mischievously and pulled a camera out of her purse. “I brought my camera to take pictures.”

Sandy laughed. “You think of EVERYTHING, don’t you?” she said.

Bonnie smiled.

“That sounds great!” Jo said. And then she smiled at Sandy and motioned for her and Bonnie to follow her onto the elevator.

Five minutes later, Sandy was on her knees between the two octogenarians, her hand around one cock and her mouth around the other as she turned her head toward Bonnie’s camera. For Jo, it was a fun deja vue. Only, this time it was Sandy instead of herself who was at the centre of all the fun. Jo felt so happy for her.
Prior to blowing Frank and Burt, the oldest man Sandy ever had blown had been a shift supervisor she’d once had when she was still only nineteen and working one summer as a cashier in a pharmacy. He was in his late forties but apparently had a beautiful, somewhat younger wife. Unfortunately, he started complaining about his wife and him not getting along and her finally getting a boyfriend. One day when it was late and just her and him and another girl, she was in the pharmacy area helping him put stock away when she asked him if he and his wife ever made love any more. For some reason, this was important to her. He said he hadn’t had sex in five years. Sandy felt sorry for him and offered, right then and there, to give him a blowjob. She remembers kneeling behind the pharmacy counter with her face just above countertop level, nervously watching out for the other girl. She did see her replenishing stock in the aisles a couple of times, but if the other girl noticed Sandy she never said anything. 

One week later, Sandy was back in college. But she never forgot blowing Bill. He was a nice man and she was pleased she had done it.

But Frank here was 81 and Burt 83. She didn’t know how she’d feel having such old cocks in her mouth. But, in fact, it was just fun. Both guys loved her panties and commented on how nice the satin shimmered in the light of the room. And both were VERY encouraging. She knew she wasn’t nearly as talented as Jo, but they were so nice… Burt saying such nice things as how soft and gentle her mouth was… and Frank repeatedly kidding her, asking her things like whether she preferred 80 year old dongs or horse cock. 

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm,” she answered as best she could.

“She prefers horse cock,” Frank told Burt.

“Hmm hmm,” she shook her head, not wanting to offend either of them.

“A lot,” Frank said. “She LOVES horse cock,” Frank kidded her.

“Hmm hmmmm,’ she scolded him.

“But that’s okay, Sweetheart,” Frank said. “Just pretend I’m a horse.”

Sandy laughed.

Bonnie stuck around for most of the half hour Sandy spent with the two old friends, happily snapping one picture after another while Sandy posed as prettily as she could.

“We can put a whole bunch of these up in the downstairs’ lobby,” Bonnie suggested. 

“Hmm hmm,” Sandy said happily.

Sandy was kept very busy over the next four hours, ultimately visiting and blowing 17 seniors ranging in age from 67 to 93. She did get thirsty and drank Mr. Henderson’s piss. She also swallowed a bladderful of piss from Mr. Fritchie. Everything else she swallowed was cum.

By 10:45, she was winding down her last blowjob and getting ready to rush over to the arena where two hockey teams would be waiting for her.

It was a bit cool in the arena, especially for girls wearing nothing but half-tops and panties, but when the rink manager offered the girls socks, white figure skates and a free skate while waiting for the guys to get out of the shower, neither girl could refuse. Neither girl was a good skater, but they both managed to make their ways around the rink under the watchful eyes of the manager and his crew. Sandy had never been skating in her panties before and thought it added a whole new level of fun.

The guys coming out of the dressing room thought it looked fun too. Several of them wandered out onto the ice in their shoes to catch the girls. Neither of them really knew how to turn or stop very well, so they were caught very easily, essentially skating right into outstretched arms.

The guys had come prepared. In an instant, Sandy and Jo were being helped down to their knees on little cushions that had been placed on the ice for them. Cocks were whipped out and the two girls were put right to work. Later guys came onto the ice wearing skates. They skated around while Sandy and Jo kneeled near centre ice blowing everyone. Talk about stick handling.

Sandy had a blast. Between 11:20 and 2:30, Jo sucked the lion’s share of the forty or so guys who wandered onto the ice, but Sandy held her own, blowing at least fifteen. She was getting better and better and faster and faster and having more and more fun.

At 2:45 when we swung by to pick up Heather, Heather was all smiles and encouraged Sandy to come out and try street hooking for a bit. Sandy didn’t even hesitate. Since it was a bit cooler now, she’d slipped her black pants back on. But maybe it was her beautiful hair and face, or her lovely tush in pants, or that cute ribbon belt she wore. She was only standing on the corner with Jo and Heather for less than fifteen seconds before some guy drove up, rolled down his window and asked for her.

Sandy was so pleased and proud as she ran around to the passenger side door to get in. She smiled even bigger once she’d gotten in and turned around to see three more horny guys sitting in the back seat. 

Her head was already bobbing up and down in the driver’s lap as the car drove away. 

Sandy certainly had had a fun first day working as an escort. Jo and I knew she was hooked, and we were both so thrilled for her.