"Sure are," I said. I reached up and pulled down the cup of my bra, taking the fabric of my tank top with it. He felt the movement and moved his fingers over to investigate. As his rough fingers slid over the soft skin of my breasts, they gradually became more confident. What began as shy rubbing turned to a firm grip around my entire breast and even some lifting and jiggling, like he was testing the weight.
"Holy cow, they feel amazing," he said. For some reason his groping was actually arousing me. It felt good. Usually when a stranger is fondling my breasts it's a means to an end, just part of the job. This guy felt different. Most guys were rough, they grabbed hold of me and squeezed like I was a stress ball. This was one of the main reasons I kept my bra on, to offer some padding for such manhandling.
Mystery Man caressed my breasts, sweeping his fingers over them and tickling my soft flesh in a careful, caring sort of way. He savored the experience, and in turn I enjoyed it quite a bit too. His As a parting gift, he pinched my nipple. It was a playful pinch, not an aggressive one, and I'll admit it felt really nice. His hand retreated from the hole and I was disappointed. I wanted more of his touch. Then his cock came through, this time firmer.
"That's better!" I said, reaching forward with my hand to stroke him a little and encourage the boner that was growing for me. As he got harder, his cock pleasantly surprised me. Working a glory hole you see a lot of them, and they're all a little different. He was average length, but more girthy than most. There weren't any bumps or blemishes, and his thick veins didn't snake in weird or harsh angles. All in all it was the kind of dick they modeled dildos after, pristine and perfect.
Once he was fully hard, I licked my lips and got to work. I started by licking circles around the tip, tracing that little ridge that looked like a helmet. I flicked my tongue out to rub the belly of that same area, taking my time to tease him a little and build up his arousal. His cock twitched in response, rising up and bumping my nose. I wrapped my lips around the tip and sucked on it like a pacifier, pulling with my lips and creating firm suction. I heard a groan on the other side of the wall and knew I was going in the right direction.
Next, I flatted out my tongue and did a long lick down his shaft, practically sticking my tongue through to the other side of the booth before I licked my way back up. I arrived at his tip once again and took it into my mouth, turning my head and letting him push against the inside of my cheek. I rotated my head, rubbing his tip over that smooth, sensitive flesh, and wiggled my tongue under his shaft, wrapping it around his girth so the tip of my tongue touched my top lip even with him still in my mouth.
"Oh, wow, this is amazing!" he moaned from the other side of the booth. I slid his cock out of my mouth and let my hand stroke him up and down. It was easy thanks to my saliva acting as a lubricant.
"You said it's been a while, can I ask how long?"
"Almost three years," he said. I watched as his cock pushed through the wall a little more and his balls rested inside the padded hole like he was reaching out with his cock for my mouth again.
"No lovin' for that long?"
"No. I lost my wife and haven't had the courage to date," he said. I immediately felt bad. It was none of my business.
"Well, I'll take care of you, hon," I said, sliding my fingers down his shaft and gently pulling his swollen balls through the hole in the wall and resting them on my side of the booth. I leaned forward and sucked one of them into my mouth. I heard the wall creak between us as his weight shifted from the pleasure. I played with his first ball in my mouth for a moment before switching to the second one. His moans told me everything I needed to know. Not all guys have sensitive balls, but I always found it kind of fun when they did.
My phone buzzed. I let his balls escape my mouth and used my left hand to gently stroke Mystery Man. I wiped my right hand on my top and used it to check my phone. Priya was telling me my shift was over and asking if I still had a customer. I replied that I was taking care of him and would leave when I was done. My battery was almost dead. It was such a slow night that all my phone-playing drained it significantly.
"Please keep going," Mystery Man said. His voice sounded desperate. I put my phone down and licked his balls again before sliding my tongue up the length of his shaft and taking his bulbous cock head between my lips once again. I angled my face so that as I lowered my head, he would rub against the roof of my mouth. Some guys liked it, some didn't. The ridges were an interesting sensation, at least. He seemed to enjoy it, so I kept rubbing him against the roof of my mouth, tasting his sticky precum as it squeezed out with each push.
Eventually I switched tactics and started to do a good old-fashioned bob, sucking on him until he reached the back of my throat, then keeping the suction as I pulled my face back up, creating a sort of vacuum that drove men nuts. With the wall between us there was no way I could technically deepthroat a guy, not fully, but since he was of average length by the time he hit the back of my throat, there was only an inch or so left for me to try to get down, and I was never one to turn down a challenge.
I bobbed my head up and down his thick cock, letting him touch the back of my throat over and over. His moans grew louder and his dick twitched more regularly in my mouth. I tasted little bursts of his precum every so often, and I enjoyed the flavor. Every guy tastes different, but he was actually yummy. I wondered what his diet was.
Once my throat was used to his girth and his cock was slick and slobbery, I pulled back long enough to take a deep breath through my nose and used the lungful of air as a reserve to slowly push my face down as far as it could go.
He reached the back of my throat and it took me a second to get the angle right and push him further, sliding my lips down his shaft until my nose touched the wall. Thankfully, I had a pretty solid gag reflex. Not much bothered me. I held my face down with his full length in my throat and wiggled my tongue out under his shaft to tickle his balls. The wall creaked again. The move was kind of a signature for me, but it only really worked on guys with sensitive balls.
I wiggled my tongue underneath him, tickling his balls and letting the warmth of my mouth envelope his entire mass until my air ran out. I slowly pulled my face up his cock, sucking gingerly on the tip while I took in a few breaths of air through my nose, and dove back down for another round. Once again, I pushed him down my throat and pushed my tongue out to play with his balls, enjoying the noises he made from the other side.
With any luck, these tricks would turn him into a regular. He was polite, clean, and easy to please, so I was happy to service him again. In a perfect world, he'd be a big tipper too. Even if he wasn't, I was enjoying myself as much as him. Like I said, I love giving head. Sue me.
After taking his full length down my throat a few times, I picked up the pace. Up and down his shaft I went, feeling his pulse throb on my tongue. Each time I went down I touched my nose to the wall between us, making sure to take as much of Mystery Man into my mouth as possible, a gesture I didn't give to most customers. Something about him made me feel strangely connected. Maybe I felt bad for him losing his wife. Maybe he was just a kind soul that I resonated with.
I tightened my lips around him, trying to create a distinct ring of pressure for him to feel, like I was milking him with my mouth. It would have been much easier to get my hands involved, but like I said before, I love a challenge. I also wanted to stick out in his mind and give him a reason to come back. If a mouth-only blowjob to completion on his first visit didn't do it, then I didn't know what would.
Working a four-hour shift sucking dicks gives you pretty good stamina for this sort of thing, so I kept my head bobbing up and down, lips pinched around his shaft, deepthroating him as best I could for another few minutes. I felt my saliva dripping down my chin since I had challenged myself to only use my mouth, but a sloppy blowjob was usually a good one in my experience. His cock grew harder and harder as I sucked, the once spongy resistance turning solid over time.
His balls were tight to his body and ready to unload. I knew this because I felt them on my chin with each trip down his shaft. His moans grew louder, his dick got harder and I could have sworn he was ready to pop. Some guys can linger at the edge of their orgasm for a while though, and I'd be upset with myself if I quit early and ruined it for him. With endless determination, I bobbed my head up and down his throbbing cock even as his moans grew silent.
In case you didn't know, proper etiquette at a glory hole is to knock on the wall when you are about to cum. This lets the girl prepare for it in whatever way she sees fit. Not all guys abide by that rule, but it's there nonetheless. There's a bucket in the room for accidents, but usually there's a condom to save me from the mess, so it's a non-issue. Mystery Man, being new and not knowing the proper procedure, erupted into my mouth without warning and I almost choked on the resulting tidal wave of cum.
