I found myself in the area again, the familiar mix of excitement and nerves bubbling in my stomach as I made my way to his house, going commando, as I done so many times before. I didn't know his name, and he didn't know mine. That was the thrill of it. Our meetings were anonymous, spontaneous, and intensely satisfying.

I approached his house door which was on the latch, my heart pounding with anticipation. The door to the hallway was slightly ajar, just as he always left it. I pushed it open, stepping into the dimly lit space filled with crates and boxes. The tension rod stretched across the doorway, with a bedsheet draped over it, a neatly cut hole in the middle - his makeshift gloryhole.

I didn't waste any time. I got on my knees, my hands trembling with excitement as I positioned myself in front of the gloryhole. I could hear his heavy footsteps approaching from the other side, and my breath hitched in anticipation.

The sheet rustled as he moved it aside, and then I saw it - his thick, girth cock, already hard and ready for me. I reached out, wrapping my fingers around his shaft, feeling the heat and power of him. I leaned in, taking him into my mouth, tasting the salty precum that had already formed at his tip.

He let out a low groan, his hips already beginning to buck. "That's it," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Suck daddy's cock like the hungry little slut you are."

I did as I was told, taking him deeper, my head bobbing as I sucked and licked, my hand working the shaft in tandem. He tasted so fucking good, and I could feel my own arousal building with each pass of my lips and tongue over his sensitive flesh.

Suddenly, he pulled back, his cock slipping from my mouth with a pop. "Turn around," he commanded. "Let daddy see that pretty little hole of yours."

I did as I was told, turning and bending over, presenting myself to him. I heard him spit, and then felt his thick fingers probing at my entrance. He pushed in, one, then two, scissoring them, stretching me, preparing me for his cock.

"You're so fucking wet for me," he growled. "You little slut. You love this, don't you? You love being daddy's little fuck toy."

I moaned, pushing back against his fingers. "Yes, daddy," I whimpered. "I'm your little bitch. I'm your little slut."

He pulled his fingers out, and I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He pushed in, slowly, inch by inch, filling me, stretching me. I moaned, my head falling forward, my hands gripping the sheet for support.

He started to move, his hips thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of me. He set a punishing pace, his balls slapping against mine with each thrust. I could feel every inch of him, every vein, every ridge. He was using me, and I loved it.

"Take it, my little bitch," he grunted. "Take daddy's cock. You know you love it."

I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, my moans filling the echoey hallway. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tingling, my breath coming in short gasps.

Mr Anonymous reached around, his fingers finding my cock, rubbing the head in time me with his thrusts. "Come for me," he commanded. "Come for daddy."

And I did. My body exploded, my hole clenching around his cock, my juices gushing out. I screamed, my body shaking, my vision blurring.

He let out a low growl, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Fuck," he grunted. "I'm gonna fill you up, my little bitch. I'm gonna fill you with my seed."

With a final, deep thrust, he stayed there, his cock pulsing, filling me with his hot cum. I could feel it leaking out of me, dripping down my thighs.

He pulled out, and I stood there, panting, my body slick with sweat, my arsehole throbbing. I turned to face the gloryhole, leaning in to give his softening cock a final lick.

"Good boy," he murmured, his voice already laced with sleep. "Until next time, my little bitch."

And with that, I left the hallway my body sated, my mind already anticipating the next time I would turn up at the door on the latch, ready to suck and fuck his cock behind the gloryhole