Giving a blowjob is such a power trip. Imagine a glory-hole fantasy, just allowing someone to run their lips up and down your most sensitive region. Knowing behind those lips are sharp, unpredictable teeth. Hopefully, it will be followed by a slippery, soft tongue. Obviously, there is a trick to coming in first. Every cock loves a slippery, messy blowjob.

They seem to cum quicker

They seem to cum quicker every single time and always cum back.

Some girls might get mad if a cock squirts a little too quickly, but I totally take it as a compliment. If they came quick, it meant I knew what I was doing. Gentlemen always enjoy my skills, especially if he had to get up and wipe the spit out of his ass; that was even sexier. I have spent A few years perfecting my craft; I loved learning new tips and tricks.

It was always easy to find a place in high school under the bleachers, in the bathroom, under the teacher’s desk.

However, the boys were sweet but not helpful. I would hardly breathe on their cock at times, and they would explode in their pants. Sometimes, even before the throbbing cock entered my mouth. The other downside of these cocks, was the size. Size extra small makes it incredibly hard to make that thick, slippery spit without actually gagging on a massive cock. But they surely didn’t know any different.

I found my niche

When college came around, I found my niche in the head game.

Some upperclassmen showed me a fun little spot right down the street from my apartment. It was a club with no name if you could even call it a club. There were no symbols,  no on-the-books staff, and if you knew just the right person, a fun little speakeasy underneath.

The first few times we went, I thought it was just an ordinary underground nightclub, filled with beautiful men and women.

After my second or third trip, I began to notice women disappearing. The women would step out one at a time, then at some point, she would slip back in, as if she was never even gone. My curiosity was getting the better of me. I decided to play it cool and pay attention. After weeks of attending, one woman caught my eye as she went to step out.

I needed to know

I planned to follow her. Something in me needed to know what they were doing.

Or better yet, I imagined who they were doing. A woman of my status had experienced the post-sex glow but never like that. I stood up as if I knew exactly what I was doing, never let them see you sweat—walking as swiftly as a girl in six-inch stiletto heels can, trying to be quiet as I snuck behind her. Little did I know, this was a complete bait.

Unexpectedly, she knew I was behind her and exactly where we were going.

Staying close, cautiously, I followed her to this dark black-lit room. There were three walls, a chair, and a single spotlight aiming down. She took a seat as I stood back. Before I had time to blink, a cock bigger than I had ever seen slid through a hole in the wall.

She smiled

She smiled a dirty grin as she piled her hair on top of her head.

Of course, you BAD boys and girls enjoyed reading part one of my Glory Hole Fantasy. Cum back on Friday to read part two! If you are as naughty as me and can’t wait, you can purchase my naughty audio blog; there are always extra details.  Remember that I am adding to my collection all of the time, so check out another one of my naughty adventures.

 

 

 
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