Ava’s heart pounded as she tugged the oversized hoodie over her baggy jeans, her short hair tucked under a worn baseball cap. She glanced at her reflection in the car window, masculine enough to pass in the dim parking lot of the rundown gas station. Every other weekend at her dad’s place felt too short, too distant since the divorce, and discovering his secret browser history had ignited a forbidden fire in her.

Tonight, she followed his truck from a distance, the taillights leading her to this seedy public bathroom on the edge of town. The air outside was crisp, carrying the faint stench of urine and stale smoke as she slipped inside the men’s room, her sneakers quiet on the cracked tile.

She chose the stall farthest from the entrance, the one with the crude hole carved low in the partition wall. Her stomach twisted with nerves and excitement. What if someone recognized her? What if Dad walked in right now? But the ache between her legs urged her on. She needed this closeness, even if hidden.

Ava knelt on the cold floor, her knees protesting against the grime, and waited, ears straining for footsteps. The first one came sooner than expected: heavy boots shuffling, a zipper rasping. A thick cock pushed through the hole, veined and half-hard, the musky scent hitting her like a wave.

Ava hesitated, her breath shallow, but the risk fueled her. She leaned forward, lips parting to take the stranger’s cock into her mouth. It swelled against her tongue, salty skin sliding deeper as she sucked, her cheeks hollowing. The man groaned from the other side, thrusting shallowly, and Ava’s mind raced. This wasn’t her dad, but it kept her cover. She bobbed her head, tongue swirling around the cockhead, tasting the precum leaking steadily.

Her own pussy throbbed, dampening her panties, as she imagined it was him. The cock jerked, hot spurts of cum flooding her mouth. She swallowed it down, the thick, bitter load coating her throat, forcing herself not to gag. The man pulled away with a satisfied grunt, and Ava wiped her lips, pulse racing. One down, now to wait for the real one.

Minutes stretched into an eternity, her knees aching, but then she heard familiar footsteps, steady, unhurried, the same gait from home. Ava’s breath caught. It was him. Her dad’s zipper sounded, and through the hole emerged a cock she knew intimately from stolen glimpses in the laundry or accidental brushes.

Thicker at the base, with a slight curve, it hung heavy before stiffening in the cool air. Recognition hit her like electricity. This was the cock that had made her, the one she’d fantasized about for months. Tears pricked her eyes, not from shame, but from the twisted intimacy of it all. She missed him so much. This was her way to touch him without words.

Leaning in, Ava pressed her lips to the tip, kissing it softly at first, her tongue tracing the underside. Dad’s cock twitched, growing rigid against her mouth. “Fuck, yeah,” he muttered from the other side, voice rough and low, the sound sending shivers down her spine. She took him deeper, inch by inch, her mouth stretching around his girth. The taste was uniquely his, a clean soap mixed with faint sweat, and she savored it, sucking it in with reverence. Her hands braced against the wall, she hollowed her cheeks, bobbing slowly, letting saliva drip down his shaft.

Dad pushed forward, fucking her mouth gently at first, then harder, his balls brushing the partition. Ava moaned around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath. “Suck it good, kid,” he growled, oblivious, and the anonymity made her pussy clench, wetness soaking through her jeans.

But the door creaked open again, and another man. Ava froze, Dad’s cock still buried in her throat, but she couldn’t stop now. If she pulled away, he’d wonder. Swallowing her panic, she kept sucking Dad, her rhythm steady, while listening to the newcomer unzip. Another cock appeared in the adjacent hole, demanding attention. Her heart hammered. This was the price. With one hand, she reached over, stroking the stranger’s length to keep him quiet, then leaned sideways to take him in her mouth briefly, alternating.

Dad’s thrusts grew urgent, his cock pulsing as he neared release. “Gonna cum,” he warned, voice strained.

Ava focused on him, deepthroating fully, nose pressing against the wall as his hot cum erupted, rope after rope filling her mouth. She swallowed greedily, the familiar saltiness mixing with her longing, tears streaming down her face from the intensity.

The stranger beside her wouldn’t wait. As Dad softened and withdrew with a sigh, Ava turned to the other cock, sucking it down fast to maintain the illusion. It was shorter, but eager, the man grunting as he face-fucked her through the hole. Cum hit her tongue moments later, thinner, more copious, and she gulped it down, the act blurring into a haze of submission.

Another followed, then another, each load she swallowed to protect her secret, her jaw aching, lips swollen. But through it all, her mind replayed Dad’s release, the way his cock had throbbed just for her.

As the bathroom quieted, Dad’s truck rumbling away in the lot, Ava slumped against the stall wall, cum lingering on her breath. She touched her lips, still tingling from him, her body humming with unfulfilled need. This wasn’t enough. The stolen taste only deepened her hunger. She needed more, closer, riskier encounters to bridge the gap between them.

Ava lingered in the stall long after the last stranger’s footsteps faded, her body a tangle of exhaustion and electric need. The taste of her dad’s cum still coated her tongue, mingling with the sharper bitterness of the others she’d swallowed to keep her secret safe. She missed him, ached for the weekends that felt like crumbs when she craved a feast. Wiping her swollen lips with the back of her hand, she stood on shaky legs, the grime on her knees a badge of her daring. This couldn’t be the end. The hunger gnawed deeper now, pulling her back into the shadows of her obsession.

The next weekend arrived like a promise, her dad’s house quiet and routine on the surface. But as Saturday night fell, she watched from her bedroom window, heart slamming when his truck keys jingled. Her Dad was heading there again. To the dirty toilet to get his cock sucked.

Dressed again in baggy jeans and the oversized hoodie, cap low over her short hair, Ava slipped out after him, the familiar route to the gas station bathroom burning into her mind. The parking lot was emptier this time, the air thicker with humidity that clung to her skin like sweat. She entered the men’s room, the fluorescent buzz overhead flickering like her nerves.

Footsteps echoed. Hers, then others. Ava chose a different stall this time, the one adjacent to the glory hole setup, her pulse thundering as she heard the door swing open again. It was him. She knew the rhythm of his stride, the faint cough he cleared before unzipping. But tonight, the partition between stalls felt thinner, the hole positioned just right for her to slip through the shadows.

Flushed and trembling, Ava eased the stall door open a crack, her breath hitching as she spotted him in the next stall over, his broad back to her, cock already thickening in his hand as he waited.

A low groan from the far side pulled her focus. The stranger in the opposite stall, anonymous and eager, pressing his mouth to the hole on his side. Ava’s dad didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward, gripping the base of his thick cock and shoving it through the partition with a rough thrust.

“God, yeah, suck my cock,” he growled, voice deep and commanding, the dominance in his tone sending a fresh wave of heat pooling between Ava’s thighs.

He began fucking the stranger’s mouth steadily, hips snapping forward, his balls slapping against the wall with each drive. Moans rumbled from his chest, raw and unfiltered, as the wet sounds of suction filled the cramped space.

Ava’s knees buckled at the sight, her pussy clenching with forbidden envy. She couldn’t just watch, not when she was so close. Heart pounding like a drum in her ears, she slipped fully into the next stall, the one directly beside her dad’s, positioning herself on her knees before the glory hole that connected to his side.

The air was thick with the scent of arousal, musk, and salt, and she leaned in, lips parting as another cock pushed through from the far wall, unbidden but insistent. But her eyes stayed locked on her dad, on the way his shaft pistoned in and out of the stranger’s unseen mouth, glistening with spit.

The newcomer beside her demanded attention, his throbbing shaft veined and leaking precum against the cold partition. Ava reached out, her small hand wrapping around it first, stroking firmly to quiet any impatience that might alert her dad. But her mouth watered for him, for the curve she knew so well. As her dad’s thrusts slowed momentarily, a satisfied grunt escaping him, Ava whispered a silent plea and leaned toward his hole.

He pulled back from the stranger just enough, his cock slick and rigid, hovering inches from her side of the wall. Seizing the moment, she darted forward, engulfing the head in her hot mouth, tongue lapping greedily at the familiar taste mixed with the stranger’s saliva.

Dad cursed, mistaking the eager suction for the other man’s renewed effort. “Fuck, suck it like you need it.”

He rammed forward again, but now it was Ava’s throat stretching around him, her gag reflex suppressed by sheer willpower and want. She sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down her chin as she bobbed frantically. The emotional twist knifed through her, submissive on her knees, yet dominant in her secret claim, stealing these moments while he thought it was someone else. Her free hand pumped the adjacent cock faster, keeping the rhythm to maintain the illusion, but her focus shattered when Dad’s hips bucked wildly, his moans turning guttural.

Switching became a fevered blur. As Ava’s Dad neared his edge, she pulled off him with a wet pop, turning to swallow the stranger’s shaft whole, deepthroating until her nose brushed the wall. The man groaned, flooding her mouth with thick, ropey cum that she gulped down greedily, the salty burn mixing with her tears of overwhelmed desire.

Barely a breath later, she spun back to Dad, just in time for his release. “Swallow it all,” he demanded, voice strained, and she did.

Her lips sealed around his pulsing cock as hot jets erupted, filling her mouth until it overflowed, dribbling down her neck. She savored every drop, the intimacy of his essence warming her from within, a twisted bridge to the father she longed for beyond this filth.

But the night pressed on. Another cock thrust through from the far stall, then one more, each demanding her submission to protect her cover. Ava alternated with desperate efficiency, her jaw aching, lips bruised and slick. She sucked one while stroking her dad’s softening length through the hole, teasing it back to life with gentle licks, her mind a whirlwind of emotions, guilt-laced love, the thrill of secrecy, the raw power in choosing when to give him more.

The cramped stall amplified everything. The wet slurps of Ava’s mouth working shaft after shaft, the moans echoing off the tiles, hers muffled around cock, his dominant growls from beside her, the strangers’ grunts of pleasure.

Cum after cum, she swallowed, each load a bitter price for her hidden desire, her belly full and heavy with the evidence of her daring. Yet through it all, her pussy throbbed untouched, soaked, and aching, the desire for her dad intensifying like a firestorm. She wanted to shatter the wall between them, to reveal herself and beg for more than stolen sucks.

As the last stranger pulled away with a sigh, leaving her panting in the dim light, Ava touched the partition separating her from him, fingers tracing where his cock had been. The hunger burned brighter, promising riskier pursuits, deeper secrets yet to unfold.

Ava’s fingers lingered on the cool, graffiti-scarred partition, the ghost of her dad’s warmth still pulsing through the wood. Her breath came in shallow gasps, the air in the stall thick with the lingering musk of spent jizz and sweat. She wiped her chin, the sticky trails of cum drying on her skin, but the fire in her core refused to dim. It was him she craved, his grunts, his dominance, the way his cock throbbed like it belonged in her mouth alone. The secrecy twisted her insides with a sharp ache. Love and lust knotted so tight she could barely breathe.

The bathroom door creaked open again, heavier footsteps shuffling in, voices murmuring low and urgent. More men, drawn by the reputation of this dingy hole, or maybe the sounds leaking from the stalls. Ava’s heart stuttered, a mix of dread and thrill surging through her. She couldn’t stop now. One slip, one moment of favoritism, and her dad would sense something off.

Her knees pressed into the gritty floor, baggy jeans chafing her thighs as she adjusted her position, cap shadowing her flushed face. The glory hole on her side of the wall darkened with shadows, then a thick cock shoved through, veined and rigid, the tip already beading pre-cum.

Her breath quickened, lips parting on instinct. She leaned in, the heat of the stranger’s shaft brushing her cheek first, salty and insistent. “Come on, suck it,” a muffled voice urged from the other side.

But Ava didn’t respond. Her world narrowed to the task and the deception. She wrapped her lips around the head, tongue swirling to coat it in spit, then pushed forward, taking him deep until her throat convulsed around the girth. The man groaned, hips jerking, fucking her face with shallow thrusts that made her eyes water. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, the wet slurp echoing in the tight space.

Emotion churned beneath the act. Humiliation at servicing these unknowns, but a fierce protectiveness for her secret, for the stolen intimacy with Dad.

Beside her, through the thin wall, her dad’s voice rumbled again. “Yeah, man ... God, your mouth feels so good around my cock.”

He was back at it, pounding into the stranger’s mouth on his other side, the partition vibrating with each slam. Ava could picture it, his strong hands gripping the base, balls swinging heavy as he drove deep, grunting with raw pleasure. The sounds fueled her, her pussy clenching emptily, soaked through her panties.

She pulled off the stranger with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening cock, and shifted sideways. Another shaft poked through a second hole lower down, shorter but fatter, demanding attention. She engulfed it without pause, deepthroating until her nose mashed against the wall, gagging softly but pushing through, her mouth slick and hungry from the constant use.