Brittany the gloryhole

Brittany grumbled quietly to herself at the hotel bar, staring into an empty glass of gin and tonic. She was, quite reasonably, upset. How hadn’t any men come up to her yet? She was by far the prettiest girl there, and that meant something when you were staying at a hotel as refined and expensive as this. But still, not one man had even spoken to her, let alone bought her a drink.

Well - okay, that wasn’t true. There had been a few guys, but she could tell at first glance that they weren’t nearly good-looking or rich enough for her. She could see it in their discount suits, their messy hair. Their severe lack of muscle and height. Honestly, she wouldn’t even really classify them as men, and had told them as such. Creatures like them were all around the hotel - there was apparently some big science convention going on, so that meant dweebs and nerds walking around everywhere and poisoning Brittany's dating pool.

Her haze of self-pity and boredom was interrupted by the bartender placing a glass in front of her. “Our most expensive. Courtesy of that guy, over there.”

Her eyes widened at the glass, instantly recognizing the blood-orange liquid inside. Louis XIII cognac - her absolute favorite, and a very, very pricey drink to buy for somebody.

She swiveled in her seat, following the Bartender’s extended finger. Expecting to finally see her prince in shining armor, she was instantly let down when her eyes landed on an absolute shrimp of a man, with nerdy glasses, cheap cords, and a stupid graphic T-shirt. He couldn’t have been taller than 5 foot 9 and looked scrawny enough for her to beat in a fight.

Turning up her nose, she cautiously eyed the man as he walked towards her table. He leaned on the counter next to her and motioned towards the drink. “Impressed, huh?” The tone of his voice sounded nasally and unconfident.

“Not particularly,” Brittany said, turning away. The man balked. “What? But that’s your favorite drink!”

Brittany froze and turned back to the stranger. “And just how do you know that?” She snapped at him hard. Another stalker perhaps? God, as if she hadn’t had enough of those.

The man shrunk a little, taken aback by her tone. “Uhm, well, you see, I’m an inventor. I’m here at the convention to unveil my greatest creation yet. It’s absolutely amazing - an app that can rewrite reality.”

Brittany almost laughed in his face. “Yeah, right. Wow. I’ve heard some shitty pick-up lines in my life, but that takes the cake.”

“I’m not doing a pick-up line, I’m serious! I used my app to figure out your favorite drink and then I bought it for you! Y’know, a thanks would suffice.”

“Yeah, thanks, but no thanks. How’d a shrimp like you get enough money to afford this, anyways?” She picked up the crystal glass and swirled it. Sniffed it. It seemed genuine.

The little weirdo spoke like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Oh, well, I changed reality so I could be a billionaire.”

It was very hard for Brittany to keep a straight face. This nerd was clearly from a different planet. “Ah, I see. Another man too lazy to work, I guess.”

“Yeah? And what the hell do you do to afford having fuckin’ Louis XIII as a favorite drink?”

Brittany narrowed her eyes. “I don’t work. Women like me don’t need jobs. Men buy us whatever we need.” It was true. Everything Brittany had with her at that moment had been paid for by a long list of wealthy “boyfriends”. From her Louis Vuitton purse, to her designer heels, all the way down to the French lingerie under her silk dress.

The stranger was sputtering. “Well, I can do that! I can get you things! I can use my app, I can make you literally anything!”

Brittany shook her head, officially tired of the basketcase in front of her. “Yeah, sorry bozo, but that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. If your stupid phone really can change reality, you should try using it to grow a couple of inches.”

The man stared at her, mouth agape, as she turned away again and sipped her drink. Sometimes you had to let them down harshly. Keep them from coming back.

The man shook his head in disbelief, chucking softly. “Y’know, I kinda figured you’d be a bitch. It’s why I came over here in the first place. Now I know you’re a bitch, so I think you’ll make the perfect subject for a little test.”

Brittany wasn’t about to listen to anymore of this nonsense. She stood up, prepared to call for security, but before she could, the twerp typed something into his phone and pointed it at her. “Don’t like working, eh? Well, let’s put you to work then!” He grinned, and Brittany was engulfed in a white beam of light.

Brittany sighed, pouting a little. She had an itch on her nose. That had to be the worst part about being in her line of work - seeing as she was the Hotel’s official Buttslut™ Gloryhole, anything that required the use of her hands was pretty much off the table. In fact, any actions that required her to use any part of her body were practically impossible, save for bouncing against and swallowing up cock. Her ass and pussy were naturals at that.

Brittany whistled quietly to herself, waiting for her next customer. Being a living Gloryhole wasn’t as glamorous or exciting as most people thought - there wasn’t much for her to see on the other side of the wall, as it was mostly just a passageway for the hotel staff to move through on their way to the different rooms. Every once in a while an employee might pity her and stop what they were doing to make out with her and squeeze her massive tits, but this was the busy season so those moments were few and far between.

Fuck. Her holes felt so empty, as they always did when they weren’t being filled. She could hardly stand these downtimes, but if there was one skill every Gloryhole eventually learned, it was patience. She knew a cock would come around eventually.

Suddenly, as if the universe had heard her wish, she felt a pair of hands from behind, grabbing and squeezing her massive cheeks. Brittany squealed in excitement, shaking and twerking her rump into the hands, so as to further entice them. So often people would just grab her ass, or spank her for a few moments before leaving without paying. She couldn’t have that - she needed to get fucked.

“Mmm, thanks for coming to me, sweetheart!” She spoke through the wall in a sultry voice, trying not to give away her desperation. “I’m only twenty-five cents a ride, and I go for as long as you need.”

She received a muffled chuckle in reply, and she smirked. Gotcha. She was reeling him in, hook line, and sinker. His cock would be in her fat ass in no time.

“See?” Whoever the hands belonged to suddenly spoke, and she could hear the grin in his voice. Fuck, he sounded so sexy. Of course, anyone who bothered taking the time out of their day to use her was sexy in her books. “I told you I could make you literally anything.” He swatted her ass for emphasis.

Brittany didn’t really know what the voice was talking about, but that didn’t matter. Not when his hands felt sooo good. She heard the sound of a wallet, the rattling of coins. Noises she was very familiar with, and especially keen to, by now.

She felt the familiar ridges of a quarter being shoved into her asshole. The vacuum suction in her ass activated automatically, pulling the coin up and into herself. The suction continued to run, as it would for the remainder of the session. As a premium Buttslut™, Brittany had been enhanced by a long list of upgrades that the hotel had graciously paid for to increase customer satisfaction. The Vacuum Ass upgrade provided a constant, pleasant sucking sensation in her asshole and was common to see in most Buttslut™ Gloryholes, as was the AlwaysWet™ internal lube technology that kept her pussy moist and slippery at all times.

Brittany bit her lip as she felt the coin suck up and into her, suppressing a moan. Earning a quarter always felt very good, but as much as she wanted to give voice to her pleasure, she knew the customer came first and it was important to stay professional. Her voice was confident and friendly. “Mmn, thanks handsome! Enjoy the ride!” Her hips began bucking automatically, going back and forth rhythmically. She heard the unzipping of pants and eventually, she felt the stranger’s cock against her moist pussy lips, slowly edging itself into her. She twitched and drooled at the sensation, silently begging to be filled.

Suddenly, she felt the two hands grab onto hers, and the cock slammed into her, making her moan and gasp into the empty hallway. Fuck, it felt so good. It was such a meaty, massive cock that it almost filled her to the brim - luckily the hotel had paid for the rubber insides upgrade so she could easily take all cocks regardless of size. She was a premium Buttslut™ after all, seeing as the going rate for rides was usually only a dime.

The man slammed himself into her, going deeper and deeper with each pump. Brittany couldn’t hold back her moans, and they fell out of her mouth with each hump like a skipping record. “Ng, mn, mm! Y-you’re, d-doing so guh-good, p-pumpkin!” The encouragement seemed to work, as he began fucking her even harder and deeper, the pure pleasure causing Brittany to zone out.

Over the moans and the sounds of sex, she could just barely overhear people in the hotel lobby, talking, minding their own business. Not really paying the two any mind. It was just a Buttslut™ being used, after all. A normal sight in a fancy establishment like this. She grinned at the idea that some might see what was happening and start a line, hoping to be next.

Eventually, Brittany felt him tighten, and his cock exploded inside of her. As the cum pumped into her she felt her reward centers activate, and a wave of blissful orgasm washed through her body. She knew by the heavy breathing from behind the wall that he was delighted with her service. Another job well done, and another very satisfied customer. She was a little disappointed that he hadn’t gone for her ass, but there was always next time. She began her usual spiel: “That was so good, darling! Hope to see you again soon! Thanks for cumming to Brittany’s-”

“I’m not done yet,” the man whispered, and Brittany could hear him tapping something onto a phone. A few seconds later, she felt the cock inside of her spring back to life, harder than it had been before. The man pulled out his dick and Brittany could feel the cum in her pussy flowing down onto her thighs, making a wet slapping sound as it dripped onto the floor.

“Mmm, round two, eh? Usually, that’ll cost you extra, but I like you, stud!” Brittany felt very lucky - it wasn’t often she got dicked like this twice in a row. Brittany felt the cock move up until it was pushing against her asshole - she stuck her ass out and welcomed it, the vacuum inside of her helping to suck it in. Brittany moaned in utter delight as the man continued pounding her, her ass vibrating and shaking with each thrust. Her favorite upgrade, TightAss™, did exactly what it said on the tin - keeping her asshole nice and tight and giving her slight control over it, able to constrict and squeeze out the last drops of cum from any cocks that might find themselves in there. Judging by the noises she was hearing, the man was certainly enjoying it, too. Her asshole was her favorite part of her body and was by far the most pleasurable for both parties involved.

The man plunged in and out of her, only stopping to pump more lube on his dick with the provided dispenser. The man grabbed and spanked her asscheeks and in return, Brittany desperately pushed up against his cock, trying to get him as deep as possible. His hands were firmly against the wall now, and she could feel the foundation vibrating with each powerful thrust he sent through her. Brittany's eyes were in the back of her head. It had been a looong time since she had a customer this good.

Finally, the man grunted and came again, sending long spurts of cum shooting up her ass, which were quickly carried into her stomach via the vacuum suction. The man stayed inside of her for a moment as her ass sucked his cock clean, and then dismounted. Brittany was still coming down from orgasm, her own fluids mixing with the cum still in her pussy.

Brittany felt her suction disengage, the quarter thoroughly used up. She heard the zipping of trousers, and then a hand, gently smacking her butt. “Thanks a lot for the ride, Brittany. Enjoy your new life!”

“Thanks, sugar! See you again soon!” Brittany replied, relishing the sensation of the stranger’s cum dripping from her pussy. She secretly hoped another person would come and fuck her before the maids got around to cleaning her out - the sensations drove her crazy whenever that happened.

Humming and wiggling her ass enticingly, she patiently waited for her next customer. She didn’t quite know what the man had meant by “new life” when he left; she had been a Buttslut™ Gloryhole for as long as she could remember, and she was very happy being one. Why would she ever have been anything else? She worked hard for every quarter she earned, and definitely loved the work. She took a lot of pride in her work, after all, and a premium Gloryhole like her was well worth the price.