A gloryhole

With a final adjustment of her bikini top, Katja turned to leave the change room when her foot made contact with a small object on the floor. Crouching down to investigate, the rookie cop was surprised to find the badge issued to police cadet Melissa O'Neal, with some sort of dry fluid caked onto the front. Katja inspected the badge closely, sniffing the mysterious goo, then furtively sticking out her tongue and pressing it gently against the face of the badge, trying to detect a flavor so as to determine its origin.

"Looking for something?" a muffled voice softly queried, startling Katja. She glanced around, upward, then finally forward, noticing for the first time a fist-sized hole in the wall of the changing room about a meter off the floor.

"Um, yeah, I am," Katja admitted red-faced, cursing her failure to properly observe her surroundings like a detective, especially before getting naked to change into a revealing swimsuit. "Hey, have you been watching me?"

"I like blondes," he replied by way of reply. Hearing movement, Katja peered through the hole but the other side was darker than this one. "What's your name, girl?"

"Kate," she told him. "Listen, there's a girl named Missy... oh god...!" Her line of questioning trailed off as a semi-erect black penis emerged suddenly through the hole, long enough and fast enough to bump Katja in the nose from where she was crouching almost a foot away from the wall.

"You found the nigga cock you lookin' for, Kate?" came the voice from the other side of the wall, as Katja froze, her big blue eyes stared stupidly as the monster dick swayed a couple of inches in front of her nervously licked lips.