It had been over 10 years since my wife passed away suddenly. Even though I had become very lonely I never really felt like getting back into the dating scene. Raising a young daughter as a single father was hard enough. Maintaining a relationship with a woman, I felt, would have distracted me from that priority.
That's not to say that my sexual urges were diminished. Lacking a regular sexual partner, my libido seemed to increase to levels like that of a teenager. Nevertheless, I tried to use porn and masturbation to satisfy my sexual needs while concentrating on my career and raising my daughter.
On that note, a father could not have asked for a better daughter than my Hannah. Her mother's death had, as one would expect, a profound effect on her. Yet Hannah was resilient. Throughout her high school years she never gave me any trouble. She never rebelled. She was smart, sweet, kind, and achieved exemplary grades. My only concern was that she was somewhat introverted. She enjoyed losing herself in her books while listening to the latest 80's music on the radio. She drew and wrote poetry. She never really dated, even though she was beautiful. Teen romance didn't seem to interest her.
Back in those days, you had to rent or buy porn on VHS video tapes. To satisfy my urges, I frequented an adult bookstore on the outskirts of town. We lived in a large city, so I was never concerned about being recognized. Luckily I never was.
I discovered glory holes while watching videos in the booths at the store. I wasn't versed in the etiquette of glory holes at first - the fingers coming through the hole as a sign to stick your cock through, or the expectation to knock on the wall before you cum. But I learned quickly. I never had the urge to be on my knees as a cocksucker, but after being sucked off the first time by an anonymous individual on the other side of that wall I realized I was hooked.
More like addicted.
To give you a little more information in the context of my activities, I'm very well endowed. I don't mean that as a conceit. My wife always commented on it throughout our marriage. Sometimes intercourse was difficult for her because of it, and I felt somewhat guilty as a result. But at the glory hole, my cock was an asset. Soon after I began frequenting the store to have my needs met anonymously, I found a regular participant to service me there. All I knew was that he was married, bisexual, and seeking to fulfill his sexual urges as well. We decided on a regular schedule to meet there, and did so for several years. I never saw his face or knew his identity, which was fine with me.
Then one day he disappeared unexpectedly. I would show up, but he never did again. I would get a blowjob anyway because some other individual always seemed to be there, but my regular cocksucker had learned exactly what I liked, how to prolong my pleasure, and how to induce the largest ejaculations - and most pleasurable orgasms, out of me. I grew bored with the other inexperienced cocksuckers there so my visits became less and less frequent.
Hannah graduated high school. Instead of going off to a university in another city she elected to attend the local junior college and live at home while attending classes. Being the introvert that she was I can't say that I was surprised, but I was delighted that I'd still get to be around her. We had a very special relationship as father and daughter. She was emotionally and intellectually mature well beyond her years. She wasn't just my daughter, she was my friend, which is very rare between a parent and child.
After she started attending college, we had lunch on campus together a few times. September in Texas is still very warm, and her fellow co-eds dressed appropriately for the heat. Needless to say I drank in the scenery. The girls on campus were beautiful, and I felt familiar urges return. Urges that needed to be satisfied beyond simple masturbation.
Hannah was at a study group one night and said she would be home late. I made a spontaneous decision to visit the adult book store late that evening. Based on my past experiences most of the activity that interested me happens after 10pm if not later. I assumed she would be home around midnight, so arriving at 10pm gave me plenty of time to obtain relief, drive home, and be in bed by the time she returned.
I remember my cock leaking precum like a faucet the entire drive there. It had been so long since I had received a blowjob. At this point I didn't care what the experience level was of the person that would fellate me. I just wanted sexual release into a warm, wet mouth.
It wasn't very long after I had entered my booth and inserted quarters to start a video playing that someone entered the booth next to me - the booth that shared a wall with the glory hole. I sat for several minutes waiting for something to happen, staring at the hole, desperate for something to happen if I'm to be completely honest.
It soon did.
Thin, delicate fingers appeared through the hole. Feminine fingers. A woman was on the other side. This was a pleasant surprise. Most of the cocksuckers I had encountered were men, usually married, and eager to suck cock like my regular cocksucker had been. Women, while not impossible to encounter, were very rare. Eager for release I lowered my pants and underwear and pressed my pelvis against the wall, exposing my inflating cock and sperm-bloated testicles to the occupant on the other side.
It wasn't unusual to elicit a shock or surprise from someone when they first saw the size of my genitalia. I felt her slender fingers wrap around the shaft of my cock and gently begin stroking it. She deepened her voice to disguise herself when she spoke to me through the uncovered portion of the hole, "Wow, nice cock. Very nice..." Maintaining anonymity in a place like this was probably a wise thing to do, especially if she were married.
I felt her tongue trace around the perimeter of my swollen glans, and she used its tip to gently caress my frenulum before exploring toward my urethra. I'm sure she found the sweet taste of the nectar, my precum, flowing out of me as she gently sucked it. Soon I felt her lips envelop me, giving me the first sensation of her warm, wet mouth around my cock as her lips began slowly sliding down the shaft that they surrounded.
I remember being surprised as how good of a cocksucker this woman was. She had talent. If she was married, her husband was a very lucky man if she sucked him like this. More than once as she serviced me, I felt the head of my cock slide down her throat with no apparent gag reflex. It wasn't easy for the women in my past, especially my wife, to accommodate my girth with their mouths either. This woman was good. I could tell that she was enjoying it as much as I was. I could tell she was hungry for cock, and hopefully hungry for a big load of my cum.
The blowjob was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a cell phone ringing. Ugh, that ringtone. It was a Nokia. I hated that ringtone. My daughter had a phone just like it. My first thought was,
Great, now I'm going to have to hear that sound everywhere I go if everyone has one of those.
