There was a room key rattling around in my shirt pocket, and it wasn't mine. I had a hunch its owner had red hair.Wiping the sweat off my brow, I walk...ed down the hall on the thirteenth floor. "Gory Gorman never runs from a challenge," I kept repeating under my breath. Dammit, I hated the nickname "Gory." It was what my childhood tormentors used to taunt me with when I'd turn down a dare. "Gory, Gory, 'fraid he'll be sorry." It was why I've landed in deep doodoo so often in my adult life. Crazy. “I’ll be there.”I got the round in, excused myself and went up the stairs. The door to the disabled loo was locked, so I knocked.”Pete?”"It's me," I said and she opened the door.The toilet was large, with a sink against the left wall and the pan against the back wall. Carol was standing in front of the sink, wiping between her legs with a piece of tissue. "Give your tackle a quick swill," she said, "then sit on the loo."I did as I was told, then went into the cubicle. She had pulled her top off. I was around seven and a half inches fully erect, that I knew from being an unsure teenager and measuring myself.She continued licking from the base all the way to the tip as my now fully erect cock rested on her face. She held up her phone and began trying to get the right selfie angle before snapping away.''You're insane.'' I told her as she took my helmet between her lips. She raised the phone up to the get the shot from above, her green eyes peering into her camera as she took picture after. We didn't speak at all, we just looked at each other as we fucked, moving together in perfect unison, she kissed my neck, and I kissed her's. She nibbled at my lips and earlobes with her beautifully straight, white teeth and as she began to feel her orgasm approaching. She clung to me like a limpet, a lovely, warm, wet limpet that gasped out its pleasure as the power took her breath away for a moment.Then a few moments later, she came again as I spurted and this time I felt her teeth in my neck.