Dared To Do A Gloryhole
Proving that I'm not boring at all...
Tammy was a wild one. Sometimes she would disappear whilst the girls were at dinner. She’d come back and then politely alert her best friends that, ‘the bill has been paid.’ All in her sweet and innocent tone. The tabloids had called her the ‘Sweetest Socialite’. However it became apparent she really wasn’t. Tammy would sleep with the owners of the restaurant, ensure she had evidence to leverage and then would treat her friends to lavish dinners and unreal club nights (alcohol was included!)
Tammy was sentenced to three years in a low-security prison, but for her last night out she wanted to go crazy. I, on the other hand was the quiet, reasonable and sensible friend of the group. They’d always dress in small skirts and small tops. I would dress my hour-glass figure in a body con dress which accentuated my curves. The girls would have large curly bow-outs and I would keep my hair straight or in a neat bun. They’d call me frigid, cold and elusive. Rolling my eyes, I knew they were joking but something tugged at my heart. I wish I could be more adventurous, I wish I was more like them. Alas, I didn’t have time to get into my feelings because my Uber had arrived. Tammy had told us about a bar in the North of town. By the way, the north of our little town was dodgy as hell! Biker and sports bars were filled with the outlaws of society. What was this bitch thinking? Slipping on my diamanté heels and one last look in the mirror to see my burgundy body con dress clinging to my voluptuous curves. My smokey eye makeup made me look like a temptress. My green eyes popping as they contrasted my dress.
“This is the spot, Miss. Good luck, you’ll get eaten alive in there,” the Uber driver said.
“What? Thanks,” I dismissed.
The bar was heaving with men. Weirdly, they were all intimidating and incredibly good looking. Was that a thing? Seeing Tammy and the girls, I waved at them and walked over. The girls were sitting on the centre table garnering stares from the men.
“Tammy what the fuck?” I moaned at her, whilst taking a seat.
“Girl, relax. I gotta get used to the intimidating atmosphere seeing as I’m going to frickin’ jail!” she screamed over the loud heavy metal music.
She handed me two shots and I downed them both. The night carried on similar to how it started. Shots after shot entered my mouth. Within the hour I was tipsy and in the mood for mischief. I want to make it very clear, I am never this drunk. I suppose it was the combination of Tammy going away for a few years and the dodgy bar I had reluctantly taken myself to.
“Amaya, you’re so boring. You know what would make me soooo happy? Call it my leaving present…” Tammy trailed, slurring.
“What?” a grin plastered on my face. Oh fuck, I was drunk.
“I want you to go into the glory hole cubicle here and stay there for thirty minutes and do whatever they ask of you from the other side.”
Time froze in that moment and all the girls were looking at me, knowing that I wouldn’t give-in to this stupid request. They would roll their eyes right when I say no and then proceed to tell me how boring I can be. I wanted Tammy to shut the fuck up finally and leave me the fuck alone. Also, to show her she wasn’t the only crazy girl.
“Fine. Thirty minutes.” I huffed and walked to the cubicle.
The toilet cubicle looked like a regular stall, but instead of a toilet there was a comfortable seat, alongside a shelf with lube, condoms, toys and a cigarette? The glory hole was on the left of me and it was pretty large. Knowing Tammy she would coax all the men to queue up, I tied my hair into a ponytail. Come on Amaya when was the last time you did something so daring?
The cubicle next to me swung open and the ‘clink’ of the lock proceeded thereafter. I could hear the person unzip their trousers and a cock popped through the hole. His shaft was small and his tip a bright pink. With a quick ‘suck me off princess’, I opened my mouth to take the cock into my mouth. It tasted of sweat and I loved it. Taking one lick of the shaft and then putting it back into my mouth, realising he was growing inside of me. The stranger pushed his cock even further down my throat and began fucking it slowly. Grunting and groaning each thrust. I tipped my head back further to give him further room to push his cock in my throat. Using my tongue, I began moving it around like a snake to add movement around his shaft, so he would get the suction and texture. My own saliva and he pre-cum pooled around my mouth and my own moans mixed in with the strangers’.
Shit, this was making me horny! I moved my body closer to the cubicle wall so I could devour this man’s entire cock in my mouth, and I was now matching his thrusts so I could keep providing him pleasure. I was so wet, I pushed my panties to the side, trying to provide some relief to my throbbing pussy. His thrusts became harder and I was struggling to find the balance to keep-up with face fucking. My throat will be sore tomorrow. Oh well, worth it.
“I’m gonna cum, FUCK!” he exclaimed.
Hot seed spurted to the back of my throat and left me with a unpleasant salty residue. I swallowed like the ‘princess’ I was and took his cock out of my mouth. He didn’t even say a ‘thank you’. Resting my head against the wall, I rubbed the side of my mouth to remove the saliva and cum. This was kind of fun…When would the next visitor arrive?
Suddenly, I heard the clacking of boots walk toward the cubicle. The dark leather rushing toward me was intoxicating. I felt desired, needed. The blue of his jeans complimenting the shoes. From the small glimpse, I had assumed that he was hot. I mean, his jeans were fitted and the boots immaculate. He strode in with confidence.
His voice was husky and a southern drawl escaped, “Ma’am I’m gonna need you to take off your panties and bend over,” he said.
“Erm sure. But how are ya—“ I didn’t finish what I was saying.
“I want you fuck you. Put your ass as close against the wall as you can. My cock will do the rest,” he said.
So taking his instructions very seriously I removed my lace thong and hiked my dress up to my waist. The cold air jolted my pussy as I didn’t feel the guy’s cock. I wondered if he had just changed his mind. Oh he didn’t. A large thrust pushed through my folds and I screamed from the raging intrusion. Holding onto the small shelf and the cubicle door. I finally found balance to take his massive dick inside of me. I was grateful that I was already incredibly horny from the face fucking I had received earlier. The stranger was now thrusting into my pussy rapidly, giving me no chance to catch myself. I decided to remove one of my hands and push my dress down so I could play with my nipples. The stranger’s moans filled the air and echoes of his husky tone spurred me on.
I could now feel his cock making contact with my wetness. It was dripping on the floor, creating a pool of my arousal. My pussy now stretched by the sheer thickness of him. Using my left hand, I began pinching my nipples as he was fucking me harder. The thrusts no longer rapid, but this time they were harder and slower. Reminding me of who was in control. I was nothing to this man, a hole that he could use. Oh shit, that turned me on even more! Both of our screams now evaporated into the air creating echoes of cries that could not be heard from outside. My breasts jerked furiously as I felt like this stranger’s cock was going to tear me in half.
“Tight cunt,” he grunted.
“Oh yes, I want you to use me please,” I begged.
The second stranger was close to his release as he was now struggling to breathe. His cock not missing my entrance at all. The glory hole was an adequate size, but this man had enough experience that he could fuck my pussy with such confidence. I took my fingers away from my hard nipples and now strummed my pussy whilst getting railed by a total stranger. Both fingers now rubbing my sweet spot so I could get a release from being used. The stranger fastened his thrusts again, my pussy adding to the pool already on the floor. However, I wasn’t feeling the entirety of his shaft. I wanted him all. Pushing my ass against the wall so he could go deeper, he laughed and then obliged.
His cries now mirrored mine, we were both extremely close to finishing, my fingers working over-time to come to my orgasm. As if hit by a sudden tsunami of pleasure, my legs almost gave in. My pussy convulsing as he kept driving into me. If he didn’t stop, I would likely have another one. The stranger was next with a loud grunt as he emptied himself inside of me. It felt like years of release had been dumped into my pussy. His groans wouldn’t stop, alongside his shallow thrusts to ensure he had finished and left no residue on his cock (or inside of him).
With a quick ‘thanks’. He had left the stall. My pussy was still convulsing as I was riding out my orgasm which didn’t seem to want to end. I stood there hunched over, my pussy still pushed against the hole. I grabbed my phone and saw that my thirty minutes were up. Until, another set of footsteps entered the stalls. This time a pair of white converse and leather trousers came striding toward me. I guess I could take another…
A filthy little tale Amaya which had my nipples tingling in unison with your own. Thank you.
Very hot!