After that first time, I became obsessed. I’ll admit, healthy or not, I was obsessed. For the next three weeks, I went every Tuesday and Thursday night for my blow job fix. I needed it. There was the odd regular that I would see once or twice a week and many new faces.
It was an unspoken rule, as unspoken as everything else inside that room, that rookies got to go first. I didn’t care about any of them or the craziness of the whole thing. All I wanted was the guilt-free sensation of the best head I had ever had.
By the end of the third week, I became obsessed with something else: finding out who was on the other side of that door. No one knew who it was. I believed that. From what I had heard, a few seemed to have tried to find out, but my thoughts were that most were happy getting head, and didn’t want to ruin the fantasy by discovering that an ugly woman, or a man, was behind it.
I tried waiting around a few times myself, watching the parkade and the area around the maintenance corridor, trying to cover any exits the person might take. I searched the walls late at night when no one would be around, scraping and banging on every crack for some sign of a door.
And in the end, there was nothing. I even tried being the last person and then waiting in the lobby to see who came out, but it was a large, busy building, even that late in the evening, and it could have been anyone.
It became increasingly harder to focus on my work when all I could think about was the mouth that would be waiting downstairs twice a week. Each time was a little different, and a little better, almost as if the mouth remembered each cock individually and wanted to please us in a different way each time.
Sometimes I would be at that wall for a quarter of an hour as it worked me over. Sometimes I would hardly last a minute. Each time was glorious and left my blood burning for the rest of the night. And it always brought me back for more.
It was during one of my waits that I finally had any success. It was close to 6:30, and the last man had left fifteen minutes before. Hidden around the corner and out of sight, I heard the sound of a door, and then faint heels clicking on a stairway.
There were stairs not far from where I was waiting, and I crept to them as quickly as I could. I decided to wait. I didn’t want to scare our benefactor away, and I was rewarded with the sound of the door opening and closing far away. It had to be in the lobby. Whoever it was, and by the sound of high heels it had to be a woman, did not park underground.
It occurred to me then that I was in plain sight of the door to the stairs the entire time. Confused, I stepped into the stairway. The stairs ended at that level, as an elevator went down to the remaining floors.
An emergency staircase led directly up to the street from the lower levels. Strolling around the small landing, I noticed something that I had never seen before on my trips down here, and would never have if I had not been looking. There was a small door under the stairs.
My heart was racing at that moment. I was about to uncover the most daunting mystery of my otherwise fairly uneventful life. The door was small, maybe three feet by three feet, and the handle was to the underside of the stairs, making it even more difficult to notice.
I held my breath and tried the knob; it wasn’t locked. I pulled it open and ducked my head inside. I could see light coming through the slot in what had to be the glory hole door. The room was fairly large, and I could make out cushions placed by the hole. This was it. I had her.
The two-day wait until next Thursday was excruciating. I don’t know how many times I jerked off, both from the excitement of catching her and to calm my frail nerves.
That night I left a bit early and hurried down to the room to ensure I was the first in line. When her lips wrapped around my cock, I could hardly stand it. She must have somehow sensed my anxiety, as she skipped any warm-up and began sucking me with all she was worth. I don’t think I made it to thirty seconds before the first wad exploded into her mouth. I let her suck me dry before I zipped up and made my way to my predetermined position.
I had to make a hasty retreat a couple of times to the first level of the building as the stairway was used to get back to the lobby, but for the most part, the satisfied men used the elevator to get to their vehicles and return home to their wives or girlfriends.
It was less than an hour after I was sucked off that I heard movement at the door.
I waited at the top of the first landing. It gave me a perfect view of the person coming up, and unless she was abnormal, her eyes would be watching the stairs she was climbing and wouldn’t see me until the last moment. I was right. I watched her climb.
It was indeed a woman, with long and wavy black hair. It was shiny and healthy, so that was a start. But that was all I could see. Her face was lowered as she watched her step, and she was wearing a long coat that covered most of her body. I waited as long as I could before finally acting.
”I trust you’re good and full,” I said with all the cockiness I had practised over the last couple of days. It was unfortunate that I could not come up with something better, but my voice was filled with confidence.
The woman started and looked up, and I gasped. I recognized her right away. She was a desk clerk in our sales department, Funmi I think her name was.
At that moment, I could not really think of much at all. Funmi was gorgeous and I had checked her out on more than one occasion. She was Ghanian by descent, mid-twenties probably, with dark skin and almost black eyes.
Her lips were full and red and perfect for what she had just been doing. Funmi always dressed professionally in skirts and blouses, but they were always tight enough to show off her attributes. She had a fantastic figure, not skinny, and certainly far from fat, or even “full-figured”.
She was curvy in the hottest porn-star type of way, and it made me drool.
”What?” she asked coldly as she looked me in the eye. I’m not an ugly man, and I was sure she was checking me out. In my early thirties, I was tall and still in decent shape with all my hair. Some women called me handsome before, but it could have been the failing remnants of my brazen confidence over-imagining. I took a moment to gather myself.
”Full of cum,” I blurted out without really using the moment to think about how I was going to respond.
“I was your first client tonight.”
”I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” she said quietly as she tried to push past me, but I blocked her way. She was so close I could smell the cum on her breath.
”I think you do. I was your first tonight. It would be a shame if your little enterprise were to be shut down, or if anyone found out it was you sucking off a dozen men a week.”
”What do you want?” she demanded as she backed up and faced me.
It was a question that I had never considered being asked. Until that moment, all I really wanted was to add a face to the blow job, but now I was faced with a very difficult question. My cock twitched, reminding me that the question was not so difficult after all.
”Don’t get me wrong,” I said finally, using the pause to actually think about my response this time. “I certainly don’t want this to ever end. But now that I know what I know, I think I deserve some added incentive. Just to make certain words don’t get out.”
”Bastard,” I heard her mutter under her breath. “Fine, you’ll get yours for free from now on.”
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