“I’m heading out, Dad, be back sometime after midnight,” I shouted from the front hall.
“Where ya headed?” he shouted back.
“Going to the movies and probably ice cream after,” I lied.
“All right, hon, have fun. Say, can you grab the mail before you go?”
I finished tying my boots and opened the front door, poking my head out and lifting the flap on our mail box right under the doorbell. I shut the door behind me and looked through the pile of mostly junk for anything with my name on it.
“Anything good?” my dad asked as I walked into the living room where he was watching some boring History Channel documentary.
“Bill, junk, junk, magazine, and… what’s this?” I asked, plucking a letter out of the stack addressed to him from the local clinic.
“Let me see,” he said, taking the pile from my hands. He stared at the letter but didn’t open it. “Probably just results from my physical last week.”
“You had a physical last week?”
“Yeah. I’m finally at the stage where they put a finger up my butt for-”
“Okay, waaay too much information,” I laughed.
“It wasn’t that bad, actually. He was very-”
“Okay, byeee, love you,” I said, waving my hands as if to swat away any more details of his medical exam. He laughed and let me go.
We have a pretty good relationship, if you couldn’t tell. Technically, he wasn’t my real dad, but he married my mom when I was just a baby and took care of me like I was his own. When my mom died a few years ago, the judge didn’t have any problem giving him full custody. It helped that my biological father didn’t show up for the hearing. He hadn’t showed up to anything at any point in my life, so as far as I was concerned Matthew was my dad. Since then, it’s just been him and me against the world.
I double checked that I had my phone, extra tissues, a small bottle of flavored lube, a few extra hair ties and some wet wipes. Once I was confident I had everything, I called an Uber to come pick me up and take me to my ‘night job’. If I’m perfectly honest, it was more of a power hobby than a job. It all started when I went into an adult toy store to buy some lube and condoms one night when the owner asked if I was interested in making any extra money.
As a young college girl, of course I was interested. Given the place I was in, I assumed she would ask me to do porn. Several guys over the years have tried to get me to model for them or ‘become a star’, but I’m not naïve enough to fall for that. Sometimes it sucks being cute and curvy. I bet flat chested girls don’t get those kind of offers as much as I do, but maybe I’m wrong.
Anyway, I figured it couldn’t hurt to see what her offer was. She asked if I enjoyed giving head. “As a matter of fact, I do!” I said. Giving a blowjob was my first sexual experience, and it had been a favorite of mine ever since. There’s something empowering about it to me. Like, my partner only gets as much pleasure as I’m willing to give him. If I want to suck his brains out, I can. If I want to torture him, I can do that too. Plus, making a guy cum with my mouth feels like a challenge that gets rewarded by funny groans and a shot of sperm. Maybe I’m weird, but I like it.
“Ever work a glory hole?” she asked me.
“Can’t say I have,” I admitted.
“Oh, honey, if you like suckin’ dick you’d love every second of my booth!”
She went on to explain it to me. I understood the basics of course: you go in, a dick comes through the hole in the wall and you suck it. She said I would get $100 for a four-hour shift plus 25% of all tips. That’s pretty good money for a Midwestern girl like me. The door would remain locked at all times, and I could refuse service if someone was unhygienic or I felt weird about it. She said all men would wear a condom unless they submitted an STD test less than a week old. I would be paid in cash, and my identity would be protected as best as she could.
All in all, she seemed reasonable for a gal asking a college girl to blow random dudes for her. I expected her to be much more gross. She said there were cameras in the store to protect the inventory, but not in the back area where I would be. Plus, anyone using the glory hole had to turn in their phone before they entered. As a girl who enjoyed giving head and making money, it seemed like a pretty sweet deal. At the very least, I figured I’d try it and see what I thought of the whole thing.
My first night I made over three hundred bucks. Most of the guys were very respectful and appreciative of my services, and only one asked for my number. With that kind of money on the table, and a chance for me to enjoy my wilder side in relative secrecy, I started scheduling more days to keep myself busy. With school it was sometimes tough, but Priya, the manager, always worked around my schedule. I assumed she had other girls who helped out, but I never actually saw any. Priya was very strict about privacy.
I think she knew the kind of mess she would get into if a customer got too clingy or if the cops came snooping around. Her glory hole worked on an unofficial donation policy, so technically there was a chance we’d get stiffed with every customer, but she was good about turning away the cheapskates. We had a healthy group of regulars that were common enough that I got to know some of them. Not by face or name, but by their cocks and conversations.
Some guys used my little booth like a form of therapy. They’d tell me about their stresses at work or at home. Explain the injustices in their life, blow their load and thank me for my time. I was pretty good at it, especially after a few nights in the booth, so it didn’t take me longer than ten or fifteen minutes for most guys. Many were over and done in five. The thrill of the situation probably contributed to my quick turnover rate, but I liked to think I was a pro.
I had an Uber drop me off a few blocks from the sex shop. Fortunately, it wasn’t in a seedy part of town. There were plenty of business around, and I often got fast food before or after my shifts. I always liked to walk the last few blocks so that the Uber drivers didn’t have an idea what I was up to, or bother to investigate. I went through the back door of the shop, where there were no cameras, and unlocked the booth. Priya gave me my own key, so I didn’t have to be seen out front if I didn’t want to.
Once I was situated in the booth, I texted Priya that I was inside and open for business. The booth had normal lights on a dimmer and a red light so you could see in the dark if you wanted to. I always chose the red light. One, because I felt it added a little mystery, and two, because nosy customers sometimes wanted to shatter that mystery and identify me by peeking through the hole. In the darkness of the red light, they couldn’t really do that.
I sat with my back against the wall and played with my phone, waiting for a customer. The booth had two holes, one on either side, and neither of them saw any action that night. Normally there was a small burst of customers at the beginning of the shift who have been waiting all day for the experience and then another burst at the end of the night for the more shy guys. With the two holes I could tease one side while pleasing the other, and I usually kept them coming and going pretty fast. Ha, coming and going. I crack myself up sometimes.
For hours I sat there in my cheap tank top and undies just browsing the Internet and draining my phone’s battery. Luckily, I got paid my hundred bucks regardless if anyone showed up, but I preferred busy nights. If it was busy I got a lot more money, and it was just more fun. I texted Priya a few times to make sure she knew I was back there, and she said it was a slow night up front as well.
Right as my shift was about to end, I heard the door open to my right in booth B and saw the light flick on through the hole in the wall. I put my hair up, using one of the rubber ties around my wrist, and prepared for action. I saw some awkward shuffling on the other side of the hole. This late at night it was probably a shy newbie worried about the etiquette. I watched as his dick came through the hole in the wall. It was still flaccid.
That wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary, but most guys were pretty excited to be there.The fact that he wasn’t wearing a condom meant he went the extra mile to prove he was clean, so he clearly planned this out ahead of time. Without ceremony or introductions, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, sucking slowly and gently just to get his blood moving. I pulled my face back, creating tension in my mouth as my lips pulled on him, then sucked again to take him all the way in once more.
Since he wasn’t hard and seemed pretty average sized, it was easy to fit him entirely in my mouth. Normally I heard some moaning and felt them thicken in my mouth during this step, but Mystery Man stayed silent and soft. I patiently kept sucking on him, wiggling my tongue around in my mouth to give him different sensations. After a few minutes with no progress, I slid him out of my mouth to speak.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
“Oh, hello,” his muffled voice said as if he didn’t think a real person was just blowing him, “Yes, I’m sorry. It’s been a few years for me and I’m really nervous.”
“Any special requests?” I asked.
“I can do that?”
“As long as it's reasonable, sure,” I said.
“Ummm, would it be weird if I felt your chest a little?”
“Knock yourself out,” I said. It wasn’t an uncommon request. Being groped by strange men wasn’t exactly a turn on for me, but I didn’t mind it in this scenario and it usually helped them finish faster. Plus, not to toot my own horn, but I have a great rack. I kneeled down in front of the hole and put my chest about a foot away from it so his hand could come through and feel my breasts right away.
A strong, calloused hand came through the hole, like that of a construction worker. It reminded me of my step-dad, who actually was a construction worker.The fingers pawed through the air until I leaned forward and let him feel my chest. I still had a bra and tank top on, but most guys didn’t mind that. As his fingers touched the fabric of my top they recoiled, like he was surprised. Slowly his hand came back, probing my breasts cautiously.
“Wow, they’re enormous,” he said.
“Thanks.”
“Are they real?”
“Sure are,” I said. I reached up and pulled down the cup of my bra, taking the fabric of my tank top with it. He felt the movement and moved his fingers over to investigate. As his rough fingers slid over the soft skin of my breasts, they gradually became more confident. What began as shy rubbing turned to a firm grip around my entire breast and even some lifting and jiggling, like he was testing the weight.
“Holy cow, they feel amazing,” he said. For some reason his groping was actually arousing me. It felt good. Usually when a stranger is fondling my breasts it’s a means to an end, just part of the job. This guy felt different. Most guys were rough, they grabbed hold of me and squeezed like I was a stress ball. This was one of the main reasons I kept my bra on, to offer some padding for such manhandling.
Mystery Man caressed my breasts, sweeping his fingers over them and tickling my soft flesh in a careful, caring sort of way. He savored the experience, and in turn I enjoyed it quite a bit too. As a parting gift, he pinched my nipple. It was a playful pinch, not an aggressive one, and I’ll admit it felt really nice. His hand retreated from the hole and I was disappointed. I wanted more of his touch. Then his cock came through, this time firmer.
“That’s better!” I said, reaching forward with my hand to stroke him a little and encourage the boner that was growing for me. As he got harder, his cock pleasantly surprised me. Working a glory hole you see a lot of them, and they’re all a little different. He was average length, but more girthy than most. There weren’t any bumps or blemishes, and his thick veins didn’t snake in weird or harsh angles. All in all it was the kind of dick they modeled dildos after, pristine and perfect.
Once he was fully hard, I licked my lips and got to work. I started by licking circles around the tip, tracing that little ridge that looked like a helmet. I flicked my tongue out to rub the belly of that same area, taking my time to tease him a little and build up his arousal. His cock twitched in response, rising up and bumping my nose. I wrapped my lips around the tip and sucked on it like a pacifier, pulling with my lips and creating firm suction. I heard a groan on the other side of the wall and knew I was going in the right direction.
