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THE CORPORATE CUMDUMP - PART 6
Just after lunchtime Daniel messaged me to meet him in the toilet. While he fucked me he made me tell him everything that had happened that morning, in great detail. Including how it had made me feel. This aroused him enough to make him cum relatively quickly. He pulled his cock out of my arse and made me clean it off with my tongue.
"Go to the library on the university campus," he said, when he was satisfied with my work. "There are glory holes there. We'll see how many cocks you can suck."
"Glo- glory holes? What's that?" I asked.
Daniel smirked.
"You'll see," he said.
The toilet that Daniel sent me to was on the basement floor of the university library. It was surprisingly roomy. An area with a few sinks and hand driers lead into a separate area with a row of four stalls opposite a row of urinals. The stalls were separated by plywood partitions.
As instructed, I went into one of the stalls. The partition had a hole in it, around crotch level, allowing me to see into the next stall. A quick look in the other stalls showed that they were all connected via these holes. So this was a glory hole? I sat on the toilet, not knowing what to expect.
A couple of minutes went by, and then someone came in, pulled his trousers down and sat on the toilet in the stall adjacent to mine. I shot a surreptitious glance through the hole, and saw him sitting on the toilet seat. He was not bad looking, tall and quite thin, with streaks of grey in his hair. Judging by his legs he had a lot of body hair. He was checking me out in a similar manner, as he stroked his cock.
With no warning the guy stood up and turned towards the partition separating us. I jerked my head away, afraid that he would accuse me of peeping at him, but then he slipped his cock into the hole. I immediately knew what to do. As his beautiful long thick cock emerged from the glory hole, I knelt down and began sucking it. It was cut, with a beautiful well defined glans. The girth almost filled the glory hole entirely. I sucked his cock for a few minutes until he ejaculated into my mouth with no warning. Then he pulled his cock back, and exited the stall, pulling up his trousers.
I felt used and humiliated. Less than human. The glory hole reduced me to the level of an object. A hole, that existed only to pleasure cocks. But that is what Daniel wanted, I realized. That was the way he saw me, as a plaything dedicated only to providing him with sexual gratification. I felt slutty and excited, as I sat there waiting for more men to come.
A couple of minutes passed, and someone else came into the adjacent stall. As before, we both surreptitiously checked each other out. This guy was young, olive skinned and quite hefty. He leaned down, his mouth near to the glory hole.
"Not here," I heard him whisper.
"Ok. So where, then?" I asked.
"Follow me," came the reply.
"Ok," I said.
He stood up, pulled his trousers up and exited the stall, crossed to the sink and washed his hands thoroughly. I looked him over as I waited for him. He was in his twenties, Latino, with thick black hair, dark eyes and a moustache. He had a bit of a belly, and his body was quite beefy.
I followed him out of the library, and he walked to a nearby building, glancing back every now and then to make sure I was following him.
This building was much quieter. We went into a toilet near the entrance. There were only two stalls, each one like a small separate room. We went into one, and the guy motioned me to sit on the toilet. I sat, and he opened his trousers and his nice, dark, uncut cock hung out. He was a shower. I played with his cock, moving his foreskin back and forth. He made little gasps, and his cock quickly got fully hard. It looked very impressive. I began sucking it, taking it as far into my mouth as I could. The young Latino guy stood there with his hands on his hips, and let me suck his cock until he came. Then he closed his trousers and left.
I returned to the library toilet, and sat in the stall. A young guy came into the adjacent stall. He didn't close the door, and made no move to sit or check me out via the glory hole, he simply pulled his trousers down and put his erect, fleshy cock through the glory hole. I immediately took it into my mouth and began sucking it. While I was busy with him I heard the door of the toilet open, and someone walked in. I could hear footsteps getting closer, until they stopped right outside the stall where the guy was standing with his cock in the glory hole. I continued servicing the cock via the glory hole for a few minutes more, until he came, and I swallowed his load. As soon as he had ejaculated he pulled his cock out of the hole, pulled up his trousers and stepped away.
Almost as soon as the guy had vacated the stall the guy who had been outside the stall replaced him, and I began sucking his cock. I was feeling very aroused, sucking anonymous cocks one after another. My cock was rock hard and straining my trousers. I opened my fly and stroked my cock while I sucked the cock through the glory hole. After a few minutes of sucking the guy ejaculated into my mouth. He made no move to pull his cock back, so I stroked it, coaxing out a few pearls of cum and licking them from the tip of his cock. Then, when he didn't move I took his cock into my mouth again. Almost immediately I felt a taste of piss on my tongue. I remained there, with his cock in my mouth, as he pissed until he had emptied his bladder. Then he pulled his now flaccid cock out, closed his trousers and left, and I sat waiting for the next guy.
I had just sucked the cocks of two guys, and I had no idea who they were or what they looked like. The anonymity of the situation was very arousing, and I stroked my cock while I fantasized about who the guys might have been. Sucking cocks via a glory hole also gave me a feeling of control. I could decide how deep to take the guy's cock, how fast or slow I wan
About a quarter of an hour passed, and the door to the adjacent cubicle closed, jolting me out of my reverie. My next client had arrived. The guy sat down, and we checked each other out. To my surprise it was the young Latino guy I had already sucked off. Apparently he was ready for another round. As soon as he saw me he bent his head close to the glory hole.
"Follow me", he whispered.
"Ok," I whispered back.
He stood up, pulled his trousers up and exited the stall, crossed to the sink and washed his hands thoroughly. I followed, and waited while he washed and dried his hands. Suddenly the toilet door opened and another guy walked in. This guy was very good looking. He was average height, with a very distinct Mediterranean look. Dark skin, black hair, beard, well built, very macho. He might have been an Arab. He looked closely at me, then went into one of the stalls.
I don't know what came over me at that point. Maybe my true slutty inclination took over. I stepped closer to the Latino guy.
"Would you mind waiting a few minutes?" I whispered.
"No. Go ahead," he answered.
I went into the stall next to the occupied one, and knelt opposite the glory hole. I could see the arab guy leaning back as he sat in the toilet. His trousers were down, and he had pulled his shirt up, showing his hairy chest and stomach. He was stroking his nice, dark, erect cock, and fondling his balls. His cock and scrotum were much darker than the rest of his body. When he saw me peeping at him he stood up and put his lovely cock through the glory hole. I sucked on it greedily, and after a minute the guy pulled his cock back. He bent towards the glory hole, and when he saw me watching he made a gesture for me to come to his stall. I stood up and exited my stall. The Latino guy was standing near the door. I made a gesture of "wait", and he waved his hand telling me to go on. I went into the stall with the Arab guy and knelt in front of him.
I sucked his cock for a few minutes, and then suddenly I heard the adjacent stall door closing. After a second I realized that it was the Latino guy. I had forgotten about him waiting outside. The Arab guy in the stall with me tried to cover the glory hole with a wad of toilet paper, to give us some privacy, but my slutty nature got the better of me again, and I pulled his hand away. The guy gave me a knowing look, and pushed my head down onto his cock.
We put on a good show. The Arab guy grabbed a handful of my hair, and used it to guide my mouth to his balls and lower between his legs, then pulled me up to suck on his cock. His balls were shaved smooth and his pubic hair was trimmed. I could feel stubble scratching my lips when they reached the base of his cock. We kept it up for quite a long time, as he manoeuvred my mouth to wherever he wanted, making me lick his balls, his crotch and his arse, and then using my mouth like a fleshlight. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the Latino guy watching us through the glory hole.
When the Arab guy had finally ejaculated into my mouth I sat back, panting, as he took some toilet paper and wiped away the drool I had left on his balls.
Suddenly I heard the adjacent stall door open, and the Latino guy walked out. The door to the toilet opened and closed. I stood up, and turned to say something to the guy with me in the stall.
"Go on," he said, waving me away with a dismissive gesture.
I went after the Latino guy. He walked to the nearby building where we had met before, without glancing back. When I went into the toilet, both stall doors were closed. I opened first. Empty. I opened second. The Latino guy sat there, trousers around his ankles, cock in hand. I locked the door and knelt in front of him. He grabbed a handful of my hair and used it to control my head as he made me suck and lick him all over.
"You like this?" he asked.
I could barely nod, as his cock was in my throat and he was holding my head.
He used my mouth much more roughly than the Arab guy had. It took him quite a long time until he shot his load, holding my head so his sperm splashed all over my face. I sat back, panting, as he cleaned himself up, then he pulled his trousers up and stepped over me to exit the stall.
I went back to the library toilet to await further clients. While I was waiting I got a call.
"How many cocks have you sucked?" demanded Daniel.
I did a quick count in my head.
"Five cocks," I replied. "Six, if you count the guy who went twice. Or came twice, depending on how you look at it."
"That's all?" Daniel sounded disappointed. "Well, you better get back to the office, it's getting late."