“So, uhhh… that happened,” I said.

“Yup,” my dad replied.

We sat in silence for a moment, both staring out the window at the hood of his truck. He shifted into gear and pulled out of the parking lot of the sex shop without a word. Recently I had taken to attending the glory hole at said shop, and things were going well until my dad came in for a blowie. I didn’t know it was him when I started. That’s kinda the whole point of glory holes, you don’t know who you’re sucking or getting sucked by. That didn’t make it any less uncomfortable now that his sperm was in my tummy and my secret had been revealed. 

Thankfully he wasn’t my biological father. I kept telling myself that as he drove me home. He had raised me since I was an infant, adopted me and took full custody of me when my mother died a few years back, but he was not my actual father. He’s not your real dad, technically you two did nothing wrong. No matter how many times I told myself that, it didn’t change the fact that I called him ‘dad’ every day and saw him as my own flesh and blood. Try as I might, the taboo could not be avoided.

He pulled his truck into our garage and shifted into park. I expected him to open the door and get out of the truck but he just sat there, staring at the steering wheel. I let out a long breath. We sat for what felt like an eternity. Eventually I opened the door on my side to escape the awkwardness. “Wait,” he said. I shut the door.

“Yeah?”

“How long have you been… working?” he asked.

“I started a little over two weeks ago,” I said. And business was fantastic. As a girl that enjoys giving head and making money it was kind of a dream come true. I’m not normally the adventurous type, so it let me come out of my shell and be a little wild without compromising my privacy.

“Why?”

“Because…” the honest answer was because it was fun and profitable, but given the circumstances I felt honesty was not the best policy, “I needed money for books.”

“Why didn’t you ask me for help?”

“Because I’m an adult. It’s not your problem my books cost an arm and a leg,” I said. Seriously, one textbook could cost hundred of dollars and we usually only read ten pages out of it the entire semester. College in America is a racket.

“Of course it’s my problem, I’m your fath-” the word got caught in his throat.

“Well I chose to make the money myself,” I said.

“Why not work at Starbucks or something?”

I sighed. “Because I chose this instead.”

“But why? Surely there are easier ways to make money at your age?”

“Maybe if I did porn,” I said. It was supposed to be a joke, but considering I had a load of my dad’s cum digesting as we spoke it was probably poor timing.

“Gabbie, quit messing around,” he scolded.

“Ok, well, the honest answer is I started it because the pay was pretty good and… well, I like sucking dicks, OK? It’s not something I’m gonna shout to the world, but I was having fun and I’m an adult so…” I didn’t know where I was going with that line of thinking. It didn’t help.

“You like, uh, working there?” he asked.

“Yes. It’s not always sunshine and rainbows, but it’s been a break from my studies. I’m allowed to have hobbies,” I said.

He snorted. “Hobbies, right,” he said, shaking his head and leaning forward to rest it on the steering wheel.

“Are you mad?” I asked.

He sighed. “No, I’m not mad. I’m just trying to process all this.”

“Yeah,” I admitted. I was too. My lips felt chapped. I licked them and could still taste his sperm. I hate to admit it, but it was yummy.

“Obviously we don’t tell anyone about this, right?” he asked.

“Oops, I already tweeted it out to my followers,” I said.

“Gabbie…”

“Yes. Duh.”

He sighed again. Without looking over at me he opened the truck door and stepped out, heading inside our house to take a shower and go to bed without looking at me or saying another word all night. I brushed my teeth and did my nightly routine before I also went to bed. 

I did not sleep well. My mind was racing all night. When you work a glory hole you see a lot of cocks. That’s kinda the point. To me, his was just another cock coming through the wall. I had no idea who it belonged to, I just saw it and got to work. And yet it was different somehow. Something about the mystery man was endearing to me. So much so that I swallowed his entire load. 

Did I have some intuitive realization as to who was on the other side of the wall? Was I subconsciously more eager because in the back of my mind I knew who it was? That’s absurd, had I known I would have stopped immediately. Right?

And what he said in the booth about being lonely really stood out to me. As far as I knew, Matthew never dated after my mom died. Never even flirted with anyone. He was so desperate for some kind of intimate release that he actually went to a glory hole to get it. Not only that, but he went to a clinic and got tested for STD’s so he could supply the necessary paperwork to go bareback. 

He needed it. He was driven to desperation and wanted to use the anonymity of the glory hole to get his release without putting his neck out. That’s what it seemed like, anyways. I had no way of really knowing unless I asked him, and I was pretty sure he never wanted to talk about tonight’s events again. With any luck, we could just pretend it never happened and go on with our lives.

When I woke up the following morning there was breakfast on the table for me like always, and my dad was gone. Working construction meant he had to be up at the butt crack of dawn every day and be on the road before most people hit their first snooze alarm. I went to school, got home at my usual time and tried to make small talk with him but the vibe of our household was off. There was tension in the air.

This persisted for several days. It was kind of infuriating, actually. If he wasn’t going to talk about it he should at least make an effort to make things like how they were. Priya, the owner of the glory hole, texted me several times asked if I’d be willing to work. I had several customers asking when I’d be in and she didn’t want to keep putting them off. Thankfully she was always very flexible about my schedule, but I had to get back to work soon or she’d just can me.

At first I was apprehensive to get back into the booth, but after a few days of tip-toeing around my dad I needed some kind of a distraction and having some extra spending money wouldn’t hurt. I told Priya I’d work a shift Sunday night and that I’d consider a double if there was enough interest. I wanted those big tips. Money tips, not dick tips. Scratch that, I wanted both. Some girls do yoga to relax, some drink tea and read a book. I like to give head.

When Sunday finally rolled around I was all but ravenous. I packed my normal gear: lip balm, condoms, hair ties, a towel, etc. and hopped an Uber over to Priya’s sex shop to start my shift. I heard several voices out front, mostly male. Thankfully, Priya gave me a key so I could enter through the back of the shop and let myself into the glory hole booth without anyone seeing me. I locked the door behind me and texted Priya that I was ready for action.

Not five minutes later a fresh dick came through the hole to my left in booth one. He was already hard and wearing a condom, which Priya insisted on unless they submitted an STD test less than a week old to her. I was very grateful for her responsibility, and always made sure my clients didn’t regret wearing a rubber. It meant I could service more men, which meant more money for both Priya and me. Not to mention is was just safer, for obvious reasons. 

I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock to hold the condom in place, took him into my mouth without so much as a ‘Hey, how are ya?’, and sucked hard. I heard the wall creak and the man on the other side groaned. “You’re easily my favorite,” he said.
“Fank oo,” I mumbled around his cock. Priya usually waited five minutes before sending the next guy back, which was often just enough time for me to finish the man I was with.

Even if I wasn’t done with him he was always close, and there was a separate booth on the other side so they could wait for me to finish. I bobbed my head up and down my client’s cock, sucking hard and keeping his condom in place with my fingers. He was average sized so it took no effort for me to deepthroat him with each trip down, a gesture he very much appreciated. 

Eventually I slowed my pace to let him enjoy my mouth a little more delicately and change up the sensation. I kept deepthroating him though, burying him down my throat and wiggling my tongue under his shaft for a mix of sensations that made every man tingle. I sucked my way back up to his tip and slowly increased my pace, getting back to my regular bobbing speed, keeping a tight ring around his shaft with my forefinger and thumb for his benefit. 

Almost four minutes in I heard a knock on the wall, standard glory hole etiquette for when you’re about to cum. With his condom on it didn’t really matter, but it was still polite. I sucked harder and slid my mouth up and down his shaft faster until I felt his cock twitch and pulse in my mouth, shooting load after load into the latex around him. 

“Thank you, sweetheart,” the voice said as his dick slid out of the hole. A twenty dollar bill came through after it, which I snatched up. 

“Come back any time,” I said. About thirty seconds later a new cock slid through on the other side. This one was the same length as the first, but a little thicker. So thick, in fact, that the condom he wore looked like it was strangling his cock. “Is that one of the house condoms?” I asked.

“Uh, yeah, I didn’t have any on me.”

“Mind if I put a larger one on you? I’d hate for a big guy like you to break the one you have,” I said. 

“Yeah, go ahead,” the voice said, his voice beaming with pride. Men’s egos are so easy to stroke. I pulled on the tip of his condom, and it was so tight it was actually difficult to remove. Once I got it off I gave him a few strokes with my left hand while I used my right to bring a Magnum up to my teeth and rip it open. I put the new condom between my lips and leaned forward, using my lips to roll it down his shaft.

He groaned as my mouth placed the condom on him, sending his tip to the back of my throat with only a little bit of effort. I wrapped my fingers around the base to keep the condom secure, then began to bob my head up and down. I felt him push his hips closer to the wall, sticking more of himself through the hole and into my mouth. 

“That taste good, hon?” the man asked. It tasted like latex and lube, which wasn’t my favorite mixture, but I gave him an assuring moan anyways. “Mmmm, that felt good, keep talking,” he said. As requested, I moaned onto his cock, slowing my bobbing so that he could feel the vibrations better. I started to use my hand to assist in milking his cock because as much as he wanted me to take my time I wanted to get him out of there to make room for my next client. 

After a few more minutes of me bobbing and moaning on his cock I heard the door shut in the booth behind me. Damn, another client already. I pulled my face off Mr. Talk-to-me and glanced over my shoulder. A black cock slid through the hole, longer than my previous two by about an inch and wearing an appropriately sized condom. I reached over and started to gently stroke him, to let him know I was there.

“Aw c’mon, I’m so close!” Mr. Talk-to-me said. With my hand still stroking the black cock in booth two, I returned my face to Mr. Talk-to-me and sucked hard, bobbing up and down his entire length to get him off as fast as I could. About thirty seconds of that action sent him over the edge, and I felt his fat cock twitching in my mouth. I let his orgasm subside before pulling my face off his cock and kissing the tip.

“Come back soon!” I said. Another twenty slipped through the hole, which I shoved into my purse as I turned to my booth two black guy. I took him into my mouth, letting his tip graze against the back of my throat before pushing him deeper so that my lips poked through the hole to his side. 

“Mmm, I love white girls,” he said, and his cock twitched to prove it. I slid my face off him.

“What a coincidence, I love black guys,” I said. Truthfully, I don’t care what color skin you have. As long as you’re clean and kind I’ll suck you all day long. But part of my job was to sell a fantasy, and being a hungry, eager little minx was part of that. I opened wide and sucked him into my mouth again, already bobbing up and down at a good pace with my lips suctioned tight around his shaft to help milk out my third load of the night.

The door to booth one closed behind me. I barely got started with my current client, it was going to be tough to finish him fast enough that the other guy wouldn’t get bored. A bored client meant for a bad tip, and possibly a bad review. I didn’t want either. I glanced over my shoulder with black guy still in my mouth, which shoved his cock head against the inside of my cheek and puffed it out like a chipmunk.

A wrapped, hard dick slid through from booth one. I reached over with my hand and started to stroke it. He had thick veins, so thick they felt like rubber tubes under his skin. Then, to my surprise, black guy pulled out of my mouth and out of the hole. “What’s wrong?” I asked. In response, his big balls pushed through to my side.

“Can you lick these for a bit?” Special requests were pretty common, and normally I was happy to oblige if they weren’t outrageous, but I wanted to blow through the opening rush as fast as I could so I was a little irritated. Then I considered why I was here in the first place. I wanted to let loose, go wild, escape from the awkwardness of my life at home and make a few extra bucks doing it. Why shouldn’t I take my time a little and have fun?  

These men came because they wanted me. Sure, some were just drop ins, but many were frequent fliers and wanted what I had to offer. I had fans. Most guys would be my fan after a blowjob, but even still. My irritation washed away and I happily took his big black balls into my mouth, sucking them gingerly and enjoying the salty taste. 

“It seems like you’re kinda busy,” booth one said as my hand half-heartedly stroked him. Not because I didn’t want to, but because it was hard to focus on two things at once. I let black guy’s balls escape my mouth and leaned over to address booth one. I kissed his cock and licked a swirl around the tip. 

“I’m sorry hon, finishing up another client, be with you soon,” I said. Then I leaned back over and sucked on black guy’s balls again, lapping my tongue over them like they were covered in ice cream. 

“Can I watch?” booth one asked. Normally I’d say no. I liked keeping my identity private and didn’t want to set a precedent that I’d have to uphold later. But seeing as I was in a screw-it kinda mood, I let go of his cock.

“Go for it,” I said, turning my booty towards booth one to give him something other than my face to look at and enable me to focus all my attention on black guy. I decided to try something new and attempted to fit both of his balls into my mouth at the same time. Behind me I heard the unmistakable sound of masturbation. Black guy moaned as I struggled to fit his big balls into my mouth, finally making it work after about a minute of effort.

I popped his balls out of my mouth and told him to send his shaft back through. Once he did, I started bobbing up and down again, eager to make him cum. I felt fingers glide over my booty. It seemed booth one was getting impatient. I moaned onto black guy’s cock as booth one slid his fingers under my undies and...