Nearly 3 weeks had passed. Erica didn't tell anyone out of embarrassment, but every single day, she returned to that same gloryhole spot. Each time there were at least 2 heavy, throbbing cocks waiting for her soft lips and hand to please them roughly at 9:30-10:30 pm. The earlier ones were treated to smeared lipstick stains. It wasn't long before she recognized some of the regular visitors. Some due to the distinct curves, veins, and texture of their meat. Others because she could still see her lipstick stains on the pole from their last visit like the dirty fucks a few of them were.
Just when this activity grew repetitive, Tuesday the 10th happened.
Erica was currently in an all-white dress and heels, struggling to avoid getting her outfit dirty in the seedy, sex-smelling restroom. It didn't matter, however, as the man came a little too much of such a virile load inside her mouth enough to have some leak onto the partially covered cleavage. She was about to silently say something to herself when she heard a comment coming from behind.
"Damn. You ARE one fine bitch..." a deep voice said.
Her heart skipped a beat to turn around and see a total stranger watching her a few feet away. Her cheeks burned up, knowing she forgot to lock the door this time around. It was too late, however; a wide, dark-skinned male old enough to be her father was inside. His shirt, shoes, socks, and jeans were in a pile on the floor next to him, leaving only a pair of filthy boxers to cover a massive bulge waiting to come out.
"I-I..umm...excuse me...you need to.." Once again, she was at a loss of words. Her eyes struggled to focus on his as the large blue pupils couldn't look away from that package he had waiting for her.
"Let's Fuck." Was all he had to say, with his shaft twitching in need and already drooling some at what he had in mind for her.
"A-Actually, I was about to g-" she tries to say while the pervert comes closer to snatch her wrist and have her feel that massive, sweaty meat for herself...only to let go.
"You're free to go." He says with a strong stare. Erica underestimated his level of confidence. Just a month ago he would have been a the bottom of her list of men she wanted to fuck. He had such a strong and unapologetic gut, an intoxicating scent of masculinity mixed with stale cumshots. His body remained rather greasy with not just his constant sweat being the reason why. Just standing this close to him stained her delicate, but high-end fabric with the nearby condensation. Even his hair seemed to be unkempt.
Erica remained there, trying to figure out where this would lead in the long term. "Innocent" anonymous blowjobs were one thing. Just flat-out fucking with a total stranger was another. Thankfully, her pervert helped her decision-making process by snatching her shoulders with his huge, humid hands and bringing her down enough to end up on her knees. Once there, he simply needed to pull down his boxers to free his member.
She had seen his cock before in the gloryhole, but only twice. Each time, along with this moment made her heart sink for a second to see just how hung he was between his legs.
"Oh.." she says louder than she wanted to.