“Mmmm,” he groans from behind the wall. “Fuck baby, you’re good at this. Are you sure this is your first time?”
I blush while pulling off shyly.
“It’s definitely my first time,” I say. “Why?”
“You’re just so talented,” he rasps. “You’re unbelievably skilled. Now see if you can get me all the way in that pretty little throat.”
I gasp, staring at the huge member in front of me.
“Are you crazy? You’ve got to be at least ten inches. I can’t fit that down my throat!”
A hoarse chuckle rings out from the other side.
“Of course you can, sweetheart. You don’t know unless you try. Now, do as I tell you too. First, smack your lips hard like you’re chewing a big wad of gum.”
What? This is so insane! But I do as the disembodied voice commands, and smack my lips a few times, pretending that I have a huge gum ball inside. Sure enough, my jaw begins to ache, as if I can’t get my lips centered around a huge, round object.
“Good,” the man says with satisfaction. “Now relax and take a deep breath. Think dirty thoughts. Think about what it would feel like to have this in your kitty. Wouldn’t that be nice? That should get you all worked up so that you’re ready to take me in your mouth.”
My cheeks flare as my nips go hard. Sure enough, there’s a deep tingling feeling inside my sweetest spot, and I let out an involuntary moan.
“There you go,” the man soothes. “You’re getting into it. Now lean forward and try to take all of me in you. It’ll be difficult, but you’re going to be just fine.”
I can’t believe this is happening. I’m literally servicing an anonymous man with a huge tool at the Dads and Daughters lodge. They have a room outfitted with glory holes especially for this purpose, and instead of being shocked and humiliated, I’m actually doing it! What does this say about me? I always thought I was a good girl, but even good girls have bad sides.
Slowly, I lean forward again and gently lick the tip of his enormous tool. The man grunts on the other side, and the huge member jerks once more. Pleased, I lean forward and open my lips, sucking him in.
“Relax your throat,” the man says in a strangled voice on the other side. “Pretend you’re a vacuum eating an anaconda and just suck it all in.”
I close my eyes and focus. Oh my god, I have a man’s shaft in my mouth, and I suck deeply, enjoying his savory sweet taste. My mouth waters hungrily, and feeling the tingling start again, I relax my jaw with my eyes closed. I begin to suck deeply, and the huge member inches its way down my throat.
It’s uncomfortable at first, and I gag a bit.
“Slowly, slowly,” the man says in a strangled voice on the other side of the wall. “You’re doing great.”
By now, saliva is escaping from the corners of my mouth, and my eyes are watering slightly. But I relax my throat even more and concentrate on the task at hand. Slowly, the huge shaft inches further down my throat, gagging and choking me a bit, but I love it. The guttural groans on the other side of the wall have my insides heating with pleasure, and in a bit of inspiration, I begin to rub between my legs. Immediately, hot jolts leap through my sweetest spot and I moan even with the huge tool stuffed in my mouth.
“Pull your tits out,” the man says on the other side. “Then pinch your nips, Sugar.”
With his enormous shaft still buried in my throat, I do as commanded. Fortunately, I’m wearing a t-shirt with a sweetheart neckline, and I manage to pull the soft cotton fabric down so that my bra is visible. Then I pull down the sheer demi-cups, and my huge, creamy mounds spill out. The nipples are rosy red and rock hard, and I pull and squeeze at the tips while enjoying his huge shaft in my throat.
“Oh shee-it,” the man groans on the other side. “Who knew you’d be so dirty?”
But then, to be surprise, something taps my cheek. What the hell? What could it be? My eyes fly open and almost bug out of my head. It’s a second huge member, the velvety skin nudging softly against my lips.
The sound of low male chuckles ring out.
“Sugar, do you think you can take both of us in that sweet mouth?” the voice asks again. “I have a brother, and he’d love to get in on the action.”
I’m paralyzed because I literally have a man’s pole crammed down my throat as I play with my own nips. Another man’s pole is tapping my cheek suggestively, asking to play. I’m in a compromising situation, but the answer is clear: I want it, and can’t wait to move to the next stage.
