50,000 Blowjobs for JoAnne – PART I

Recently, JoAnne was in a pensive mood, having just returned from another night giving blowjobs to Johns at a downtown corner, as she has been doing for almost 7 years now. I could tell she was pensive, because she seemed distracted as she sucked my dick in the living room, as I watched early morning TV. She ALWAYS sucks me before heading off to bed.

Anyway, I asked her what she was thinking of.

“Hmmm?” she asked me, her mouth not leaving my cock.

“You look distracted,” I told her.

“Hmm hmm,” she apologized. And then she seemed to put her full effort back into the blowjob she was giving me. But when I shot my load, she swallowed, and then just kept going, as if I hadn’t swallowed at all, I knew something was up. Normally, she does bring me to climax 2 or 3 times in a row, and swallows everything. But, each time after I shoot, she knows how sensitive and tingly my cock is, so she is particularly gentle with it. In fact, I hardly feel her mouth slowly sliding back and forth along it… but it definitely makes the tingling increase… bringing me to a level of agonizing ecstasy no other girl can match. This time, however, she just kept on sliding her mouth to and fro, with no change, not even when I started pissing in her mouth. She just swallowed my piss without even stopping to savour it.

And, when her Mom called (she always does, to make sure that Jo made it home okay after work and that she was kept busy and had fun), JoAnne held the phone and kept sucking and hardly said anything, except an occasional “Hmmm” or “Hmmm?” Normally, she is quite talkative, even with her mouth full. “Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmmmm hmm hmmm,” she might tell her Mom. But not today!

She actually fell asleep with my cock in her mouth. I lay back on the couch, careful not to let my cock slide out of Jo’s mouth. At about 10 a.m., I pissed again, but Jo just swallowed everything and didn’t even wake up.

I started to wonder if we all were working her too hard – at least 6 days a week, starting around 2 in the afternoon and going strong until 3 or 4 in the morning, usually with anywhere from 30 to 50 blowjobs in one shift. She insisted on working that hard though, and pretty much had to, because the Agency only paid her $10 per suck. The low take for her was her own doing, though, because she had insisted that she not be asked to charge her clients more than $60 per blowjob, so more guys could afford her, instead of the usual $100, and the Agency insisted that it get its full $50.

“No problem,” she said, happily. “I’ll just take $10.”

She still got tips, of course. But with sending money home to her disabled Mom, paying off an old boyfriend’s huge drug debt, and buying all the nice clothes and make-up she needed to always look nice, even making a few thousand a week, she still had no extra. But surely she could take a week off to rest.

I thought about mentioning it to her that afternoon as she got ready to go out again. Sure enough, at around 1:30, I found myself admiring her as she applied her make-up in the mirror. She was dressed in her own classic ‘panty suit’, one she had come up with on a dare and which she still wore 2-3 times per week. Like it sounds, the main focus was her panties, because below the waist, panties and heels were all she wore. Today, she was wearing her favourite pair of white satin bikini panties, which looked almost like bikini bottoms, rather than panties, because there were two, not one, layers of satin, one on top of the other. Man! Did it feel nice feeling one satin layer slide so easily over the other when I rubbed her ass! When Jo first had shown me these panties (see Nadine and Jo’s BlowJob Swap – PART FOUR – Jo’s Tricks), I had thought they might be bikini bottoms. But Jo insisted that they were panties and later took me to the store where she had bought them (and over the ensuing years would buy over 4 dozen additional pair in various colours and patterns, including 5 EXACT replicates of the white ones), where they didn’t even sell bathing suits, and the sign above the display from which Jo purchased this pair and the others clearly read ‘PANTIES’. In fact, the shop was called ‘Panties & Things’; and, in case you might wonder if the store manager had made a mistake ordering them, the label on the panties themselves said that the maker was ‘Panty Line’.

Nope! These were panties!

Anyway, today she was wearing a lovely pair of white satin bikini panties that looked so cute on her ass, puckered up sexily at the seams, plus a black pair of 2 ½ inch spike heels, plus an orange, sleeveless half sweater. (That first day she wore this outfit on a dare, she purposefully wore a half sweater just like this one, so there could be “no way” she could pull her top down to cover her panties. In fact, her sweater just reached past her breasts and stopped before her belly button, then and now. Pulling it down as far as you could wouldn’t bring it within 6 inches of her panties.) Anyway, I was admiring her bending over to put on her make-up, when I asked her what was wrong.

“You look so distracted the last couple of days,” I said.

“Oh. It’s nothing,” she answered, quietly.

“JoAnne,” I said, reproachfully, because I knew better. “Is it that you’re just so tired from working so hard?”

“Oh no!” she answered quickly and adamantly. “Not at all!” And then she turned her face towards me. “It’s just that I estimated out how many blowjobs I’ve given in my life a couple of nights ago, and realized that it’s over 48,000.”

“Wow!” I said. “That’s amazing!”

“Yeah,” she said, sadly. “But I turn 25 at the end of next week and, now that I see how close I am to 50,000, I just wished I’d worked a little harder, so I could have had 50,000 by 25.”

“How many EXACTLY are you short?” I asked her.

“1800,” she answered. “And my birthday is just ten days away.”

“Could the Agency give you that many?” I asked.

Jo shook her head. “Ethel said she’d like to, but they just don’t get even a hundred calls in a day; and, even if they did, she can’t take guys away from the other girls.”

“Hmmmm,” I said.

“Oh well,” JoAnne said, shrugged, and turned back to lean into the mirror to apply her lipstick.

But, as I admired her gorgeous ass again, I was forming a plan.

Every year, Jo had been the runaway winner in the annual 24 hour blowjob marathon that the station where I work orchestrated. Every year, since she had turned 21, she had blown 240 guys or more in 24 hours. Of course, that had wiped her out for a couple of days. But what if we spread things out more, and made her blow 150 every day from now until her birthday, starting tomorrow. Surely the station could help with this! I looked back over at JoAnne, who now was playing with a new ‘toy’ I’d bought her not long ago… a semi-transparent, mostly pink, 10-inch rubber dick that had an uncoloured and almost completely transparent dick head. As Jo did most times while waiting for work, she had pulled her panties to the side and was sliding the dick to and fro inside her asshole for about a minute or so; and then sliding it out of her ass and into her mouth and sucking on it for another minute or so, before returning it back to her ass to start the process all over. The mostly transparent tip was nice, because it really helped to show off whatever shit there was on the dick. Today, the tip was clearly smeared brown, so Jo was especially happy to put it into her mouth.

To join in JoAnne’s little game, I sometimes came over and pulled my pants down so she could insert her little toy up into my ass, sliding it as far in as it would go and then back and forth and angling it this way and that to pick up whatever shit I might have in there, before she returned it to her mouth to see what my ass tasted like that day. Because Jo clearly seemed a little sad, and because I love her so much, I pulled my pants down, sidled up beside her, and kissed her as she used one hand to help her toy find my ass.

“Really push it up there and move it around today,” I told her, lovingly. “I’m sure I’ve got some tasty stuff for you today.”

JoAnne smiled and did as told. It kind of hurt inside as she pushed it as far up as she could; but it felt great too.

“Keep going,” I encouraged her.

I was very happy for her when she finally did slide it out and pulled it up to look at it to find it especially coated in soft, brown shit.

“Thanks,” she said, appreciatively, before putting it into her mouth to enjoy my little ‘gift’ to her.

We still had about 20 minutes before we had to leave, so we played around like this for awhile, the pink rubber dick finding its way repeatedly into both our poop chutes with stops in between in Jo’s mouth. Once, Jo offered her ‘suck toy’ to me. I looked at it, with the shit smeared on it, and shook my head. Not this time.

“More for me,” Jo smiled. This game always cheered her up.

Finally, I removed the 10-inch toy from my ass, covered in shit, and shoved it all the way down Jo’s throat. Then I gently grabbed both her hands to pull her arms behind her and up, forcing her to bend over. My dick was hard by now, and her asshole nice and relaxed, so I slipped my rod into her hole easily. I kind of directed her forward a step so that her face was right up against the mirror, with her on her knees. We’d done this before, so she knew what to do. She tilted her head back so that the base of the dick was right up against the mirror; that way, the mirror made sure the dick stayed all the way down her throat; and Jo could look right into her own eyes as she gagged on rubber cock and soft shit. And, because the dick was stationary, she couldn’t really clean any shit off… it would just have to stay in her mouth until I was done.

She loved this fun little game!

I fucked her ass for about 10 minutes, before pulling out, sliding her panties back into place, and then turning Jo around and back onto her knees. She looked up at me, all 10 inches of the rubber cock in her mouth and throat, so that only the base was sticking out past her lips. Every few seconds, she gagged; and I could see tears streaming down one cheek. But I just watched her, smiling, and finally pulled out my digital camera, which I had purposefully left on the coffee table a few feet away for easy access, and took several pretty pictures of Jo to add to my collection of over 100,000.

“You are so beautiful,” I finally told her.

She just gurgled.

Finally, I slid the rubber cock out of her mouth and inserted my very real one. And Jo then lovingly sucked it until I came, and she swallowed all of the cum and leftover shit in her mouth.

“Thanks, Sweetie,” she said to me after she’d swallowed. “I feel better now.”

I was feeling a bit happier for her too, but I knew it was not enough. Somehow, I would have to find some way to get JoAnne’s sweet mouth and throat fucked 1800 more times before her birthday was over in 10 days. I loved her that much!!!