You find out

All you can do is grunt in agreement. Mary grins, and runs her tongue from the base to the tip of your shaft. In the dim light streaming from the gaps of the storage closet door, you see Mary looking at you with smoky eyes, licking up and down your cock, swirling her tongue on the tip. After a few seconds of this, she takes your dick in her mouth, eliciting a moan from deep within you. Her wet mouth polishes your rod, and you think you can see her hands rubbing her crotch.

"I think," you say, between groans, "I think you might be right."

"I'm going to need you to be a lot more certain if you want good things to keep happening," she teases, pumping your cock as she takes a brief rest. Mary begins throating your dick, and you can feel her wet chin press up against your balls. She starts bobbing up and down, bringing her lips to your base each time. The practiced movement of her mouth lulls you into a haze. She keeps in perfect rhythm for a minute, during which you can just barely keep yourself from cumming. Your state of sexual serenity is broken when Mary starts picking up the pace suddenly, using your cock to fuck her throat.

*glurk* *glrk* glck* - she grabs your hips for support, abusing her own throat and showing no signs of stopping. "Oh. Fuck." you grunt, stunned. You can't take much more of this. "Mary, I want you to **** down my cum". She sucks you down harder, faster, gripping your thighs out of hunger for your climax.

"Oh shit Mary, I'm cumming." You pump your load down Mary's hot, slippery throat, feeling her close her mouth tight on your cock as she struggles to keep it all in. She moans around your dick, teasing you with her tongue and slowly sucking your soul out of you. Cum leaks from her mouth, and you moan as Mary's tongue teases out the last few drops from your cock.

".... thanks," you gasp after a minute of silence. Mary giggled, and you could see that some of your cum had streamed down to her tits from her mess of a mouth. It was a sight to see. The two of you quickly clean up, thanking your luck that you hadn't been caught by some poor janitor. At least the cleaning equipment was right there for any fluids you had left behind. You both step out into the hall, nearly blinded by the neon lights of the club.