Ten… nine… eight…
Here Jo was again, on her knees on a New Year’s Eve, awaiting the stroke of midnight with yet another cock in her mouth.

Seven… six… five…
Her eyes were on the next one, though… different from the 57 she’d already sucked since the party started three hours ago… a special cock, reserved for her for the stroke of midnight, all part of her New Year’s resolution.

Five… four…
Since she’d started her wonderful career as a professional slut on her eighteenth birthday, more than a decade ago, she’d sucked almost 52,000 cocks from more than 20,000 different men. But few, to her knowledge, had been the cocks of gay men. From now on, she resolved to avail her mouth and throat to as many gay men as she possibly could. Not to alter their sexual persuasion… no, just to reach out to them and show that she loved them and their genitals too.

Three…
Her mouth popped off the current cock, as she quickly swallowed the load it had given her, her face turning towards the special, New Year’s cock, already long and hard… already stimulated from several minutes fucking another gay man’s asshole… and totally covered in shit. A gay guy I’d met weeks earlier had suggested the ass-to-mouth angle as an fun addition to the event, and JoAnne had been immediate in her approval. Not only would the cock already be hard; but it would be extra tasty for her.

Two…
Her eyes glanced at our own roving reported, Kaityn Smith, nicely dressed in her patented black dress pants, along with a festive-looking royal blue satin blouse with a matching blue sash and black heels. Kaitlyn’s hand held a microphone, ready to interview Jo the second the clock struck twelve, the moment Jo’s mouth clamped down on the tasty, shit-coated gay cock awaiting her. Meanwhile, Kaitlyn’s own mouth was ready to open wide for an identical, shit-covered cock straight out of another gay man’s ass, her eyes already having found the centre TV camera, pointed right at her to capture the historic moment. She’d already introduced herself some time earlier – “This is Kaitlyn Smith reporting from the Downtown Convention Centre, where a crowd of thousands is gathered to ring in the New Year. I’m here with Canada’s most famous professional slut, JoAnne Gagging. How are you doing, JoAnne?”

“Hmm hmm,” Jo had answered, at 11:51, just having started to blow her 54th cock of the evening.

“In a few short moments, JoAnne, a collection of her friends and fellow prostitutes, and yours truly will be making history, starting the new decade with a gesture of love and understanding for our fellow man, opening our hearts and, more specifically, our mouths to thousands of gay men who have gathered here from as far away as the West and East coast, the US, and even Europe and Asia. Isn’t that right, JoAnne?”

“Hmm hmmmm.”

But that had been 9 minutes ago, and now it was one second ‘til midnight and JoAnne and Kaitlyn were both poised. Kaitlyn knew that she’d only have a second or two to say Happy New Year to her TV audience before her own mouth was violated. She quickly brushed the seat of her black pants to make sure they looked good. She wanted to look perfect for her fans across the country. She knew that millions would be watching.

One…
Jo herself had dressed festively for this occasion, wearing one of her patented panty outfits… in fact, the same one that had made the look famous:

• an orange, short-sleeved half-sweater that reached down to just above her belly button, long enough to cover her breasts, but nowhere near long enough to cover any part of her waist or pretty butt;

• sexy white satin bikini panties -two layers of satin material sewn together to add to the fun slippery feel of satin; giving them almost the look of bikini bathing suit bottoms… but no! they were marketed as panties; and successfully so, I might add – since Jo and her look had become famous, millions of similar pairs had been sold, with pretty girls everywhere wearing them instead of pants or a skirt, as Jo was now, out in public and even to work and church)

• and black heels.

In this way, she had merged the old with the new… indicating to all that JoAnne herself hadn’t changed. Her mouth would continue to service cocks of all shapes and sizes, all day and every day. But now, she also would reach out to men who maybe hadn’t previously thought of entering the mouth of a beautiful young (for even at 29, she STILL looked like she was maybe 21 or 22) blonde girl, but now had gathered in the thousands.

JoAnne opened her mouth and leaned forward…

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!” Kaitlyn announced gaily, and then immediately was silenced by a hard, thick gay brown-coated penis, shoved firmly all the way into her throat.

Meanwhile, Jo accepted the New Year’s cock into her mouth calmly and gently clamped down, immediately feeling the soft shit squishing against her tongue, as its pungent but pleasant taste filled her mouth. In a second or two, she directed her eyes straight at Kaitlyn, whose mouth now also was filled with gay cock and excrement.

“Hmm hmmm?” Kaitlyn asked her, the microphone she was holding first held towards her own face, and then towards Jo’s face to catch the interviewee’s reply.

“Hmm hmmmmm,” Jo answered, approvingly, her eyes finding the camera, looking straight out at the millions and maybe tens of millions of appreciative TV viewers across the country and beyond and, ultimately, probably hundreds of millions who eventually would capture this wonderful moment on the internet.

“Hmm hmmmm,” Kaitlyn agreed, her eyes scanning the crowd of thousands gathered all through the huge convention hall where this event was being filmed. Somewhere out there, several of Jo’s friends and fellow whores were on their knees too… Nadine and Katelyn, Wendy and Emily and Claire, Heather and Sabrina and Madison, and the newest recruits, Erin and Alicia… all festively dressed and awaiting their turns on TV… all just having accepted gay cocks straight out of gay assholes too. Not only that, but other girls showed up too – like Stacey and Stephanie (see STACEY AND STEPHANIE’S BLOWJOBS FOR CHARITY), the former high-school cheerleaders, now college girls, who had used their talented mouths to sell over $100,000 of blowjobs and cookies door-to-door to raise money for charity over the past 5 years; the two sisters, Kim and Mary (MARY BLOWS SANTA), who every year blow over 6000 store Santas and service countless reindeer over the 6-weeks leading up to Christmas, just to add to the spirit of good cheer; lovely blonde high-school teens Kim Henry and Brooke Adams (MEDICINE BY MOUTH), now 17 weeks into their 40 weeks of 30-a-day blowjobs as part of a big scientific study to prove that swallowing 30 cc of semen each day makes women look younger; Debbie (DEBBIE’S SUPERBLOW MATTRESS), the mattress saleswoman who continues to sell mattresses by giving widely-televised blowjob challenges across the country; Angie (ANGIE’S BLEACHER BLOWJOBS), a self-professed ‘cheerleader cum-eater’ who provides free blowjobs at sporting events throughout town and throughout the year, thanks to both her own school spirit and her Mom’s unceasing encouragement; and Rhonda, like Wendy a bank-teller cum slut who accepts all fluid assets deposited in her mouth… all in all, twenty lovely young women on their knees reaching out to the gay male population to start a new decade of better understanding and acceptance.

What an amazingly heart-warming story this was!!! As this big brute started to violate Kaitlyn’s throat, his big hands grabbing her head and his hips violently pumping with all his might, the pretty reporter’s eyes filled with tears of joy and appreciation. She looked back towards JoAnne.

Pretty Jo’s face was being pulled so forcefully into this fat gay’s groin, it was literally smothered in belly fat. But still, Jo’s own hands reached around to the guy’s butt to pull herself on even more. It was clear to all that she wanted to show everyone on TV how long she could stay like this, with this cock shoved all the way down her throat. But, of course, that would be impossible… for Jo could stay like this forever. Just ask Bucky, her horse. If Kaitlyn’s mouth EVER became free, she would ask Jo how Bucky and all his buddies at the stable were. IF her mouth ever became free. Unquestionably, her producer would soon haul her off of her knees so she could drop down and kneel next to every one of the other girls and interview them, while continuing to partake of all the fun cock-swallowing festivities herself. Meanwhile, her job was to continue interviewing JoAnne, as best she could.

“Hmm hmmmm?” she asked.

“Hggggghhhhhhhxxxxkkkgguhhh,” Jo replied sweetly.

Lovely high-schooler Kim Henry (MEDICINE BY MOUTH) was having the time of her life. Over the 17 weeks of the 40-week clinical study she’d now completed, she had far surpassed her 30-a-day allotment, and was on a pace to have blown almost 11,000 cocks over the full course of the trial, all the while maintaining a straight ‘A’ average. Of course, her grades were helped IMMENSELY by blowing every one of her teachers 7 days a week, plus her principal, Mr. Stanner, whom she blew twice daily, at 8 o’clock every morning in his office, and on the street where she worked as a prostitute every night. Her goal all along, of course, has been to give the most blowjobs of all the girls at her school, virtually guaranteeing herself a full-time, long-term prostitution gig with one of the city’s top pimps when she graduates at the end of the year. So this event was far too enticing for her to pass up. Her only concern was whether all the shit she was sure to consume might counteract the youth-preserving effect researchers were trying to prove 30 loads of cum a day has. But the study’s Principle Investigator had assured her, by email, that she needn’t worry. “Just have fun,” he wrote. It was Kim’s mom, herself an extremely career-driven, long-time politician, who had pointed out the undeniable advantages to herself personally and to Kim of having her daughter’s lovely face on virtually every television channel being porked by dozens and dozens of gay men.

“What pimp or porn producer won’t watch it at some point, either on TV or on the internet?” she’d asked her daughter. “Besides, you can’t be a prostitute or porn star forever. Maybe when you start to approach your mid to late thirties you’ll consider running for office. And who wouldn’t vote for a beautiful blonde who’s willing to suck shit-coated cock for a good cause?”

Of course, now that Kim was kneeling there, sucking hard cock and soft shit, all she really was thinking about was looking good for her girl friends at school (and, truth be told, for Mr. Stanner, who she had a secret crush on). She’d spent two hours the night before deciding what to wear, to best please both her friends and her principal, and had settled on the more formal look she’d become known for… classic navy blue dress pants (pleats and pockets in front, just smooth curves and a nice bikini pant-line in the back, a pretty pink blouse, and heels. She’d dressed much this way all this year, the main exception being her second week when her new-found friend Brooke Adams had given her the heads-up on the Friday night to “maybe wear shorts or jeans on Monday” after Brooke herself had seen the master list of 40 girls on the wall of the stables at the navel academy, where Brooke herself had spent her first week. Kim pressed Brooke for more details, but Brooke had resisted, not wanting to spoil Kim’s Monday morning surprise. Brooke also had advised against high heels, but Kim’s mom had insisted her daughter wear them: “You don’t want to look like some choir girl!” she’d argued. As it turns out, the ground in the stables was hard enough that heels weren’t a big problem. And all the horses seemed to love Kim’s shorts, expressing their appreciation by giving her extra loads of ‘medicine’ to swallow down for the study. But the next week, Kim was blowing mostly teachers at the Men’s College as her day-time assignment, so she returned to wearing her dress pants. And the guys at school had gotten long used to her look, and porking the mouth of the pretty, nicely dressed blonde was now on everyone’s agenda.

And so it was that Kim was dressed as she was, and Brooke was kneeling not 10 feet away, a line of hard gay cocks awaiting both of them. The two friends couldn’t help but watch each other sucking cock. And when one girl got her man to writhe in ecstasy from something she’d done with her mouth, invariably the other girl tried it too. Brooke’s look was quite different. Though both had long blonde hair, sweet faces and slim sexy figures, Brooke always wore her hair in a ponytail (Kim sometimes did, but not today); and Brooke almost always wore tight short shorts (today, they were bright yellow), and a cute skimpy top to go with her heels. Kim really admired Brooke’s tight little ass every time her friend drove her face forward into her man’s crotch to tighten the already stretched material of her shorts even more. But Kim’s ass also was wonderfully sweet in her dress pants, as even all these gay guys admitted.

“I’d fuck your ass anytime,” more than one of them had said, to Kim’s delight. But not today! Today, it was her mouth and throat that were to be used as receptacles for cock, cum and whatever else.

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.