He slides his dick back to his side of the wall, and my heart sinks, thinking our little anonymous game is over.
Instead, he slips his hand through the hole. I’m stunned for a moment, and don’t move. He takes a moment, but his hand searches around for my face, until he finally cups my chin, his thumb swiping around my lips and shoving any remaining cum into my mouth.
His hand is soft, there aren’t any major calluses on his fingers. He must have been wearing a suit, but took off the jacket. All that remains is his white dress shirt. I suck his thumb, tasting his release.
He brushes my lips one last time with the pad of his thumb, the motion almost tender, before his hand slips through the hole back to the other side. The lighting is dim and I can barely see anything except his expensive suit as he turns and leaves the Key Club.
I didn’t come, but that wasn’t the point of this meeting. It will still be the material I’ll use to masturbate until my next encounter with Mr. Wayne.
7
DID YOU HAVE A LOBOTOMY?
I don’t knowwhat I was thinking, breaking protocol and sticking my hand through the hole to touch her face.
Maybe it was because I wanted every last drop of me pushed between those soft, pouty lips that sucked my cock so perfectly.
Or maybe… maybe I’m more into touch than I thought.
No, it’s just new.
It was odd not being able to wrap my fist in her hair, or to speak with her. Not that she needed direction, but it was still a completely new sensation.
She was so eager to make me come.
She paid to suck my cock through a hole, and that just made me want to fuck her throat all over again. I’m not a selfish lover, but taking what I wanted? It turned me on in a way I haven’t experienced in a long time.
I’m too old and pay too much money at Avalon to play games. She did good and should be rewarded. I thought that I’d get off on her being faceless and there to please, which I am. But there’s also the curious side of me that already wants to know who she is and what she looks like.
Her skin was tight and soft, and her lips were plush and needy, but beyond that all I know about Honey is that she sucks cock beautifully—I wonder if her pussy will take me just as well.
As soon as I’m in my parked car, I login to the website and send a formal request to Honey, scheduling a time in the heart room.
I drive home, feeling more relaxed than I have in weeks. There’s no pressure beyond the Key Club. I don’t have to worry about her wanting more or dodging her at the club. What’s between us stays in that dimly lit small room, and nothing more.
I grab a sandwich on my way home and park my car, and head toward the lobby. A black SUV drops Penny off and I squint at her as she shuts the passenger door.
The car is blasting music as she approaches the lobby door.
“I thought you said no more dates?” I say, wondering if she really couldn’t hold off on men for more than a few days.
“He was my driver, you fucking idiot,” she says, storming past me and grabbing the door handle.
“And where were you dressed like that?”
She’s wearing a sleek black dress that hits all the right spots. I shake my head, feeling like an absolute creep for noticing how attractive my cousin is. It’s not that I haven’t noticed before, I just actively will myself to forget that she’s an attractive woman.
“Obviously sucking strangers’ dicks for money,” she says with an eye roll.
“Did you get some friends I don’t know about?”
“I have friends.”
“Sharon in accounting doesn’t count,” I snap back.
“You’re one to talk. Your brothers are your only friends.”
“That’s not true. Marie is my friend.”
