My god, I starting having some powerful orgasms! Being there in that room, sucking off a complete stranger through a glory hole made me feel so slutty and alive. I wanted his cum. I needed to swallow another load. When he knocked, I jerked it even faster while he grunted and shot his thick, clumpy sperm onto my tongue. That caused me to have my most powerful orgasm of the day. My own muffled orgasmic groans with my lips around this shooting cock were probably louder than his. I jerked every drop out of it before swallowing.
I’m not sure but I think I sucked and swallowed one more cock before leaving but because of my excitement, I can’t fully remember. As I drove to my boyfriend’s house, I thought about what I had done. You would have thought that I would have been ashamed but actually, I was anticipating my next visit. As I’m driving and pulling napkins out of the glove box to wipe my mouth, I kept thinking about seeing that man’s tie through the hole which caused me to fantasize about the back story for each guy that visits those glory holes and those guys I sucked off in particular.
I was providing a service and getting myself off at the same time. It was submissive and dominate all rolled into one. I fantasied about that guy wearing the tie and how he was a business man or an administrator who just needed to relieve some stress after a hard days at work. The potential stories for the other guys and the many to come were exponential. One of the guys could be a blue collar man and just stopped off to get his dick sucked before work or maybe an older gentleman who after decades of marriage and his wife no longer interested in sex, is forced to stop in for a little blowie to help him get a better night’s sleep.
Additional reasons I imagined for each guy that I had sucked off at the bookstore ranged from that unattractive high school boy my age who had trouble getting a girlfriend and needed to shoot a load just to keep from having wet dreams to a college athlete who needed to get ready for practice or the big game and needed that blowjob for a better performance. Another guy may have been just a homeless bum trying to satisfy his urges or a young father whose wife has been busy with the children and he stops in for head so not to cheat with the secretary at his office. I must have invented dozens of scenarios which were probably correct.
When I arrived at Shay and Dawson’s house, I quickly went to the bathroom to wipe off any pecker tracks that were scattered throughout my hair and on my covert black outfit. I hoped I had gotten all of it cleaned up. As the evening wore on, I was trusting that when Dawson and I kissed, he couldn’t taste all the strange cum I had swallowed. Thank goodness he never mentioned it.
When I went home that evening, I was already planning my next visit to The Power of Love. I really didn’t want to wait a full week until that following Saturday. My next opportunity came on Wednesday. Dawson worked after school until 9 and my cheer practice ended at 7. This time I was going to be more prepared. I put on a skirt so I would have better access to myself for masturbation. I also gathered up some necessary items to put in my purse. Those contents consisted of my small wand vibrator, a bottle of water, a towel, a hair tie, and some lip balm.