The opposite

In an under a minute, another cock pops through the hole. This one is the polar opposite of the last: thick and long. It's also hard and ready for some attention. I wonder if there's a line out there? Maybe word is getting out that one can get an amazing blowjob at Glory's during the afternoon. Maybe all these guys are going back to their workplace, or maybe the bar at night, and bragging about what I did to them.

As I begin stroking the cock in front of me, I turn my vibrator on. Next, I wrap my lips around the tip of the cock in front of me, before circling my tongue around it. My other hand then grips his length and proceeds to tug. In response, the man on the other side begins breathing heavily. I can't see him, but I can picture the pleasured expression painted on his face. Like him, I understand the need for some release.

After a minute or so, I remove my mouth from his tip and say "I wonder how much of your big cock I can swallow?"

Both my hands leave his shaft, making way for my mouth to slowly engulf his length. Whilst I take more and more of his humongous cock, I find myself gagging, hitting my limit. For a second I wonder if he can hear me, but then he starts thrusting. Both my hands slam on the wall, bracing for the throat fucking I'm about to endure.

"Oh fuck..." The man growls. "You can swallow a fucking dick."

The only sound I make are gurgles and gargles as drool oozes from my mouth. He spares me no mercy, thrusting like I'm a back alley whore.

"Take that fuckin' dick you dirty slut."

Now I picture him with an angry expression, taking out his daily frustrations on me and my throat. He's spent all day dealing with an ass of a customer, a dick of a boss, and maybe even a cunt of a wife, and I'm his only chance for release. We're two sides of the same coin. We both need each other to deal with our day to day, and both of us will never admit to it. The intensity as tears welling up in my eyes. I'm gonna have to redo my makeup, but it's worth it for the release I'll get.

Suddenly, his cock pulsates and not a moment later his seed washes down my throat. Now done with his whore, the man on the other side retracts his cock and leaves me as a drooling, teary mess of a whore. There I sit, playing with my clit in **** need of another orgasm. It begins to build-up and soon it takes over, causing me to tense up as my body quakes.

When I come down from my orgasmic high, I open my eyes and empty hole, and a note on the floor in front of me.