End: A Clue & A Cock

There is nothing quite as lonely as an abandoned glory hole. Someone had cut a bathroom in half by building a wall. On the "use" side, a man could enter a private stall, lock the door behind them...and instead of a toilet, would see a hole in the wall, hopefully with a warm, wet, welcoming mouth beyond. The other side, the "service" side, was completely separate. Just a bare space of concrete and tile, reached by a separate door that connected to the women's restroom by a utility closet.

Lois Lane took in the knee pads, the sheer austerity of the side of the wall the women had occupied. They had been diligent in cleaning the "service side"—there were no cum stains, no used condoms, no graffiti. Nothing like a clue...

"There has to be something," Lois whispered to herself as she surveyed the space. Experimentally, she knelt down on the knee pad. She stared out at the empty stall...and then was shocked as the door opened. The moment of fright ended, however, as she saw that it was just Angelica.

"Is that you, Lois?" Her voice said, echoing oddly as it came through the wall.

"Yes," Lois said. "Just trying to find...something. There had to be something that happened here...I was thinking if I put myself into their position..."

The reporter frowned. She leaned back on her heels, staring through. Wondering what she was missing.

"I can help with that," Angelica Blaze said.

The sound of a zipper coming undone echoed through the empty gloryhole room. Then a pink shape, familiar in outline but strange in dimensions, pushed its way through the hole. Lois Lane's jaw dropped a moment before the smell hit her...the clean, masculine reek of a real cock. She hadn't seen one in the flesh for months, busy as she was with her work, and now here one was, jutting out through the gloryhole, the foreskin peeled back, the helmet-like head purple and swollen...and in side, among the larger she had personally seen. The wall was an inch thick, and there was at least seven inches of shaft jutting out through the hole toward the reporter's face.

"This was...my part of the Glory Hole Club," Blaze explained, her voice somewhat muffled. Suddenly, a piece slid into place that Lois had missed. The bulge in Angelica's pants, they way she moved, so mannish and aggressive, the reason the women in the club were so excited to have a club. Young women with a friend with a big shemale cock they could play with? Lois had been in university herself, she knew the mindset.

"I...see..." Lois Lane said. She stared at the dick. It twitched gently.

"So they just...suck it?" Lois asked.

"Or touch it. Stroke it. Play with it. Some of them even went a little further, but that was...well. They didn't all like to play that way while other people were watching."

Lois stood up. She turned around, so as not to stare at Angelica's dick.

That's when she saw it. She backed away, until the cock jutted out between her bare thighs. The reporter blushed slightly, wishing she hadn't worn a short skirt...but her eyes were focused on the opposite wall, the one the women wouldn't see unless they were faced away from the gloryhole.

She bent her knees, until that cock pressed against her panties, but her eyes were focused on the wall. There were shadows there that Lois hadn't noticed before...vague but suggestive shapes. Hands on her knees she tried to lower herself down a little further...but of course Angelica's cock was in the way. Rubbing on her slit through the panties. Panties that were now very...damp...

Then Blaze began to move. Her cock pushed back and forth, rubbing along the reporter's slit. The reporter bit her lip. Just a little piece of cloth between them. So close...and they were all alone, after all...no one would know...

"Angie?" Lois said. "I need you to stay very still for a moment, okay?"

"Okay," the voice came back to her, hollow and distant.

The reporter reached down and pulled her panties aside. Working by touching, panting with excitement, she spread her lips and guided herself onto that cock. Gasping in fulfillment of a primal need that she had denied herself for far, far too long.

All Lois Lane had ever intended was to find those missing women. To help them. Good intentions...and as the reporter's ass touched the thin wall that separated her from Blaze, the shadows on the opposite wall shifted and clarified.

It was as if, for a moment, the wall had turned into mirrored glass. Lois stared at four naked female shapes, facing away from her, their heads bobbing. Monstruous, inhuman pricks thrust in and out of their mouths. Flames leaped in arcs, winged creatures descended from ashen skies, rubbing their grotesque genitals, taking their place in the queue.

"The women you seek are sucking cocks in hell," Blaze said from beyond the wall, her voice triumphant. "But do not worry, Lois—you won't join them. Not yet. No, I have far too many plans for how you shall serve me in this world..."

Crouching before the hole in the wall, Lois Lane felt her body begin to move. Her heart sank as memories flooded back to her—the bet with Blaze, the bet she had lost because she had failed to heed her own warning, and had let her animal passions overcome her reason. By her own actions, Lois Lane was damned...and now, as she panted and gasped, squeezing her pussy around Blaze's swollen shaft, she was properly fucked.