Katie Black was just 16 years old when she accepted the fact that she was obsessed with giving oral sex to men. It was her ultimate kink. As much as she enjoyed sex and receiving oral herself, for whatever reason, she found herself getting the most pleasure out of sucking men off.

Now 19 years old, she found herself giving head to five of her male coworkers every week at a sporting-goods store where she worked. Then she was caught doing it at work and sent to the boss’s office.

Her heart pounded as she knocked on her boss’s office door, her cheeks still flushed from the storage room encounter. She’d been caught mid-act, lips wrapped around Jake (a retail assistant), his cock halfway down her throat, when the door swung open.

With her brunette hair tousled and her retail uniform slightly askew, she braced for the worst—unemployment, a scolding, maybe even a call to HR. But the thrill of sucking Jake off lingered in her mouth, a salty reminder of why she couldn’t stop. It was her obsession, the one thing that made her pussy ache with need more than anything else.

She stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind her. Her boss, Mr. Bob Harlan, sat behind his desk, a man in his forties with salt-and-pepper hair and a stern jaw that always made her stomach flip in a mix of fear and forbidden curiosity. He gestured to the chair opposite him, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Sit down, Katie,” he said, his voice low and commanding, the kind that brooked no argument in the store’s daily chaos.

Katie sank into the seat, her hands twisting in her lap. She could still taste Jake’s pre-cum on her tongue, and the thought made her thighs clench involuntarily.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Harlan,” she blurted, her voice trembling. “It won’t happen again. Please don’t fire me.”

He leaned back, steepling his fingers, a faint smirk playing at his lips. “Firing you? That’s not what I have in mind.” His gaze dropped to her mouth, lingering there, and Katie felt heat pool between her legs. “I’ve seen how you are, Katie. The way you sneak around, always so eager. I want that. Right now. On your knees.”

Her breath caught, a rush of arousal flooding her core. This wasn’t just permission. It was a demand, and it ignited something deep inside her. She slid off the chair, knees hitting the carpet with a soft thud, her eyes never leaving his as she crawled toward him.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, her voice husky with need.

The power dynamic thrilled her. The authoritative boss, the submissive employee. She unzipped his slacks, pulling out his thickening cock, already half-hard and veined, the head glistening slightly.

Katie’s mouth watered as she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to trace the underside from base to tip. He groaned, his hand tangling in her hair, guiding her closer. She took him in, lips stretching around his girth, the musky scent of him filling her senses. Inch by inch, she worked him deeper, her throat relaxing as she pushed past her gag reflex. This man held her job, her future, in his hands, yet here she was, worshipping his dick like it was her lifeline. Saliva dripped down her chin as she bobbed, sucking with fervent hunger, her free hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Harlan muttered, his hips bucking slightly. Katie hummed around him, the vibration drawing a sharper gasp from him.

She loved this. The control she wielded even on her knees, the way his body tensed under her touch. Her pussy throbbed, soaking her panties, but this was about him, about the pleasure she derived from making him unravel. She hollowed her cheeks, taking him all the way until her nose brushed his pubic hair, holding there as he pulsed against her tongue.

He pulled her off suddenly, his cock slick and shiny from her mouth. “Not yet,” he growled, standing to tower over her.

Katie looked up, eyes wide and pleading, her lips swollen and wet. The vulnerability in that moment twisted something emotional in her chest, a mix of submission and empowerment. He stroked himself once, twice, then fed his cock back into her eager mouth, fucking her face with controlled thrusts. She gagged softly but didn’t pull away, tears pricking her eyes from the depths, loving every second of the raw intimacy.

As his breathing grew ragged, Katie sensed he was close. Usually, she’d pull back for the facial, the warm spurts painting her skin a guilty thrill. But something shifted. She wanted more, wanted to claim it fully.

“Swallow it,” he ordered, voice rough.

She nodded around him, sucking harder, and when he came, thick ropes of cum flooded her mouth. The taste—salty, bitter, intensely him—hit her like a revelation. She gulped it down, every drop, her throat working as warmth spread through her belly. It was intimate, dirty, perfect.

Harlan slumped back into his chair, spent, while Katie licked her lips, savoring the aftertaste. A new addiction bloomed. Swallowing felt like sealing a pact, binding her pleasure to his release. She kept her job that day, but the thrill evolved.

Over the next few years, she ramped it up, sucking off six coworkers weekly (including her boss) in break rooms, their cars, and alleys, then several strangers from dating apps. Each blowjob fed her soul as much as her body, the emotional high of their moans and the physical rush of jizz sliding down her throat.

Just after her twenty-first birthday, it was announced that the store she worked at was being closed. A national chain selling sports gear and equipment announced it would downsize over the next several months, closing some stores in less populated areas with fewer customers. Katie’s store was among the first to be shuttered. She would have to live on the money she had saved until she found a new job.

On her last day, Katie decided to ask her boss if he knew of any job vacancies he could help her with. Katie sat across from Mr. Harlan again, desperation mixing with her lingering kink.

“Do you know of any jobs out there?” she asked, voice steady despite the uncertainty gnawing at her. “I’ll do anything.”

He eyed her thoughtfully. “I’ve got something, but promise you won’t freak out. It’s not quite your usual kind of employment opportunity.”

She nodded, curiosity piqued. “As I said, I’ll do anything. Nobody is hiring out there at the moment.”

“Well, the local porn shop owner, Rob Rivers, runs a gloryhole setup. You’d suck cock and get paid for it, Katie. No faces, no names. Completely anonymous. What do you say?” Harlan asked, leaning forward. “Some of his gloryhole girls make a lot of money. I mean, you wouldn’t have to do it forever, but it might tide you over until you can get a regular job. And I know how much you enjoy sucking dick. All the men know that around here.”

Katie’s mind raced as Harlan’s words hung in the air, the office suddenly feeling smaller, hotter. The idea of a gloryhole, strangers’ cocks pushing through a wall, anonymous and raw, sent a jolt straight to her core. Her pussy clenched at the thought, a mix of fear and hunger twisting in her gut.

No faces meant no accountability. Still, the risk gnawed at Katie: exposure, disease, or worse, losing control in the heat of it. But the thrill? Sucking dick after dick, swallowing load after load without knowing who they were, getting paid for her obsession. It made her nipples harden against her bra. She imagined the men moaning whatever filthy alias she chose, and the emotional rush of pure, secret service flooded her.

Heart pounding like a drum in her chest, she met Harlan’s gaze. “It’s risky,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “But ... fuck, it sounds hot. The anonymity, the money, the cocks. I need them all right now. But, I’m not sure. Can I try it and see if I like it?”

Harlan’s eyes lit up with approval, a predatory glint that made her stomach flip. He nodded, leaning forward again. “Yes, of course. I’ll call Rob and arrange it.” Harlan wrote down the address and handed it to Katie. “Rob’s a cool guy. He’ll be thrilled to hear you’d like to try it out.”

“Thanks, Mr. Harlan,” Katie said.

“Ah, Katie ... Since this is your last day here ... How about one for the road? Since I’ll probably have to pay for it after today.” He laughed.

Katie smiled and went around his desk, and fell to her knees.

The rest of the day blurred. Packing boxes, saying goodbyes to soon-to-be ex-coworkers, and giving them blowjobs when she could. Her mind was always thinking about all those cocks to suck at the porn shop, arousal building like a slow burn.

Around three, she got a text message from Rob Rivers: ‘Be at the shop tonight at 8 pm for your tryout. Don’t get dressed up, this can be messy work.’

She texted back: ‘OK! See you tonight.’

Just before 8 pm, she stood outside the neon-lit porn shop, pulse thundering. The bell jingled as she entered, the air thick with the scent of latex and lube. There she met Rob Rivers.

The epitome of a sleazy porn shop owner was embodied by Rob Rivers, whose paunchy belly is strained against a faded Hawaiian shirt unbuttoned halfway down his hairy chest, where a gold chain is revealed tangled in graying chest hair. A roadmap of indulgence is mapped across his face—pockmarked skin scarred from too many cheap beers, a perpetual five-o’clock shadow perceived more as neglect, and small, beady eyes darted around as if every customer is being sized up for their dirtiest secrets.

Thinning hair is slicked back with a scent reminiscent of yesterday’s pomade blended with cigarette smoke, while a yellowed mustache is sported that curls at the ends and is often flecked with crumbs from his last fast-food indulgence. Below the belt, baggy khakis hang low on his hips, barely containing the outline of worn-out boxers, paired with scuffed loafers untouched by polish since the ‘90s.

A lazy swagger is adopted in his movements, with one hand frequently tucked into his pocket to fiddle with keys or other items, and a greasy grin is always at the ready to promise forbidden thrills.

“Are you Katie?” Rob asked as he opened a heavy back door.

“Yeah ... Mr. Harlan sent me,” she said.

“Bob Harlan, eh? He’s always braggin’ about the blowjob girl he’s got a work,” Rob said. “Guess we get to see if you can live up to your reputation. Come in.”

As they walk down a long corridor, Rob said, “Tonight’s just a try-out. See if you can do it. You can stop at any time if you don’t like it. It’s pretty intense in there. No judgments if you quit.”

“I can do it,” Katie said, but feeling unsure.

“We’ll see. Now about the job. We only run this Friday and Saturday night, from eight pm to four am the next morning. If you can work both nights, and you’re good at it, you could make nearly three grand. Not bad for two nights’ work.”

“That’s more than I was paid at Sports for a week,” Katie enthused.

“We do occasionally cater to special groups during the week, but new girls need to earn a place for those jobs.”

Katie nodded. “OK.”

“So here’s how it works,” Rob said. “All our customers must submit STI tests within 48 hours of their booking, no exceptions. No test, no booking. The booth’s divided by a thick wall with a glory hole at waist height, padded for comfort. Lights are dim on your side, bright on theirs to keep you hidden. We use a voice changer that clips to your ear like a headset. It distorts everything you say into a robotic, gender-neutral buzz—no one will recognize your voice.”

“What about them? Do they wear a voice changer?” she asked.

“No. So you might recognize some of these guys’ voices, but you’re never to tell anyone outside of here who they are. Got it? Anonymity is the key to our success here.”

Katie nodded. “I understand.”

“Now, here are the rules you need to follow,” Rob said gruffly. “Oral only. No sex. Got it? No matter how much you might want it, no cock is to penetrate anything but your mouth. If I hear you’re fucking these guys, I’ll fire you immediately.”

“I understand.”

“Likewise, no man is to touch your body through the hole, nor are you to show them. Leave your clothes on. No matter how horny you feel in there, servicing all those cocks, all you can do is blow them. Capice?”

Katie sighed. “Yeah, I get it,”

“Good girl,” Rob said. “Each blowjob session lasts 15 minutes max per guy. But the quicker you can make them cum, the more guys you’ll get through and the more money you’ll make. Some guys will cum in under a minute. The girls love those guys. Others will need the full fifteen, and, trust me, they are hard fucking work.”

“How does the pay work?” Katie asked.

“I pay you $80 per guy. They can tip you with special store tokens that they drop into a slot on their side. A token is worth $20 or $50. I don’t take a cut of your tips. You earned them, you keep them.”

“Anything else?” she asked.

“You can make them wear a condom, but you’ll make fewer tips. You don’t have to swallow their loads, but if you do, you’ll make more money.”

“I won’t make them wear condoms, and I like swallowing,” she said.

“Good girl,” Rob said, patting her butt. “Now, if anything feels off, hit the panic button. It locks the door, closes the gloryhole, and alerts security. Safe as it gets in this game. If you decide tonight you wanna quit and never come back, hit the panic button, and we’ll come and get you outta there.”

He put a small black device in her hand, the voice changer, sleek and innocuous. He led her to a back room and handed her a loose black robe to wear over her clothes. Katie’s hands trembled as she pocketed the device, a nervous energy buzzing through her veins.

“Obviously, you’re only doing a half shift tonight for your tryout,” he said and stopped in front of a heavy door. “Ah, here we are. Booth three. Your first guy’s waiting. Good luck, kid.”

Katie’s breath hitched, but she nodded, clipping the voice changer to her ear. It hummed to life with a test tone, her own words coming out warped: “Testing.”

It was robotic and eerie, perfect for hiding her identity.

She stepped into the booth, the door sealing behind her with a soft click.

The space was cramped, dimly lit by a single red bulb, with a padded stool before the wall. A hole, about six inches wide, gaped at eye level when kneeling. Her knees hit a soft cushion as she settled, heart slamming against her ribs. Anticipation coiled tight in her belly, her mouth watering despite the nerves.

This was it, her kink amplified, anonymous, and paid.

She adjusted the robe, exposing her chest slightly for the thrill, though no one would see. There would be no judgments here, just pure oral devotion. A shadow shifted on the other side, and then it happened, the first cock slid through the hole, thick and veined, already hard and curving upward. The musky scent hit her instantly, clean but potent, making her pussy throb.