First Day

That Friday morning, George told her, "Come to the office at lunch. Most of them will be out, and I'll get you set up, show you the booth."

"George," she said. "You know I'll do anything for you sexually, but could you reconsider this?"

"No," he said. "I want you there, and that's that."

Gloria stayed in bed until 10, then had a light breakfast. 'I'll be eating a lot of cum soon, don't want to get too full,' she thought. She showered and got dressed. She figured that nobody would see her in the glory hole, so she dressed for herself -- her diamond earrings, high heels, tights, and a form-fitting Oxford with the tails out. Her standard outfit, something she felt comfortable in.

She got into her convertible and drove down to the office. The sun shone brightly and she had the top down, so she tied her hair in a scarf and wore dark sunglasses. She looked glamorous.

'I've got it good,' she reminded herself. This was her deal: a life of ease, in exchange for a bit of sex appeal, and actual sex, for her man. She knew it, and she didn't mind. She had chosen this life, even worked hard to achieve it. She could handle a session in a glory hole, just one more small sexual adventure.

She parked the car in her reserved spot -- George kept one open for her so she never had to hassle with parking downtown -- and locked up. She went in the building, also owned by George, and rode the elevator to the third floor.

On the elevator, she pulled the scarf from her hair and stashed in her designer purse. She left the sunglasses on, though. She liked to look stylish when she entered.

She stepped out of the elevator and into the office. The foyer held just a desk where the receptionist sat.

The receptionist, Cheryl, was petite, rail-thin, flat-chested. She had a somewhat severe face and a pixe haircut. Gloria had never liked her much, and didn't care if she showed it. She normally treated Cheryl coldly -- why shouldn't she? She was married to the boss.

"Hi Mrs. Jones," said Cheryl. "We've all been expecting you," she added with a subtle smarmy tone in her voice. Cheryl often had a bit of a smirk on her face and so Gloria couldn't tell if she was being made fun of now. 'I guess she knows,' thought Gloria.

Gloria swept past her and into the main part of the office. It was a lovely old building, a converted warehouse, and large windows filled all the walls. Light streamed into a large, open space. A few steel columns broke up the space. There were many desks around, but no cubicle walls, and just a single corner office -- George's.

Gloria headed to the office and noticed that a smaller enclosure had been made just next to it. It had two doors, one on the side next to the wall, and another next to the door to George's office. It was built encroaching on some space that was the office kitchenette.

She was very aware of the click-click sound her heels made on the concrete floor. 'I wish I'd worn sneakers,' she thought. She saw a couple of guys working at their desks. She thought that they looked up and then looked away again, but she didn't want anyone to see her looking, so she kept her eyes on George's office door and couldn't really be sure.

She went in George's office without knocking. George was on the phone, but gave her a big smile and thumbs-up as she sat down. After a moment he was done.

"Did you look at it?" he asked eagerly.

"No," she said. She said it a bit frostily, and it came out a few degrees cooler than she'd intended.

George looked intently at her. "Don't go backing out on me," he said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, George," she said. She didn't have to be warned twice. "That didn't come out quite right. I'm still not happy about this, but of course I will do it for you. Why don't you show me around?"

"That's my babe," he said. The smile was back again. "Ok, look. First of all, there's a camera so I can record, and watch in here. And, there's a window in case I want to watch live!" He showed her a small window with a curtain tucked in the corner behind his desk. "Now follow me."

They walked out of his office and into the kitchen area. He opened one door and showed her. "This is where the men go." It was a basic booth with dark walls and a hole in one of them. "Not much to it," he said. They walked around the other side and he showed her the other room. "This is your room," he said.

'My room?' she thought.

It was much nicer than the men's side. She could see the small window to George's office, but it also had part of the larger window facing outside, so it was very well-lit. The walls were painted pink and there was a small, comfortable looking pink stool just in front of the hole. There was also a padded pink kneeler to one side. "I didn't know if you'd rather sit or kneel," he said, "So I got both." There was also a small pink sink in one corner. "For cleaning up later," he explained. She saw a couple of video cameras as well, their lenses pointed near the hole.

"This is very nice dear," she said. "Are you sure this is what you want though? All those other men, putting their cocks in my mouth? Cumming in my mouth? Or can I have them cum in a towel?"

"Definitely mouth." he said firmly. "And yes, it's what I want, stop trying to make me change my mind."

"Alright," she said. "I will." She moved past him and started to enter the room. She looked around a little, then moved to shut the door.

George blocked it. "Not yet," he said. "First we have to do the introduction."

"What do you mean?" she asked nervously. She had heard workers returning from lunch already. The floor was starting to get busier.

"The guys know about the glory hole," replied George, "but I wanted to make sure they were properly briefed on who would be in there."

Gloria grabbed his arm. "George, please," she said. "This is humiliating!"

He looked at her. "Gloria, my love," he said. "They already know it is you."

George stood on a chair and shouted, "Hey, everybody!"

Sounds stopped immediately. George was used to being listened to, and his employees knew it. All the eyes in the place were on George. Standing on the floor next to him, Gloria was aware of how many men were looking at George, then -- to her mind -- expectantly down at her. She thought there were at least twenty guys. She saw a few women in the audience, too. 'Nothing here for them,' she thought.

"Today's the first day of the glory hole!" said George. "And my beautiful wife, Gloria, has agreed to work it! How about a round of applause for her?"

Everyone clapped and there were a couple of wolf whistles. "Settle down, settle down! Now, it'll only be open for two hours," said George. "And no hogging the room, get in and out efficiently please! Other than that, go get a blow job, my treat!"

'More like my treat,' thought Gloria.

"Ok, hon," said George, climbing back down. Then he gave her a look. "Oh, did you want to say anything to them?"

She backpedaled. "Oh, no," she said.

"Ok then. In you go." He lead her to the pink room. The lights next to the cameras were glowing red. 'Taping already.' George shut the door.

Gloria set her purse carefully down next to the sink and walked over by the hole. Her heart was pounding. She couldn't believe this was happening.

'But it is,' she thought firmly. She reminded herself that this was part of the Deal -- sex stuff for George meant money for Gloria. 'But not in a whorish way,' she reassured herself.

She wasn't sure if she should sit or kneel, but two hours seemed like a long time, so she opted to sit on the stool. She left her clothes on and just stared expectantly at the hole.

Nothing happened. Finally she got up and got her phone out of her purse and started checking her social media. 'Not gonna post this,' she thought.

After a few more minutes, just as she was thinking that maybe everybody would be too scared to come in, she heard the door shut on the other side. She heard a zipper and then... there it was. A limp cock slid through the hole and dangled just in front of her face.

It was dark on the other side of the hole, and the hole wasn't that much bigger than the cock, so Gloria had few clues as to who its owner could be. It was circumcised, but that didn't mean much.

She must have stared at it a bit too long, because she heard a discrete cough come from the hole. With a half sigh, she opened her mouth and engulfed the cock.

The taste of the cock wasn't bad, she thought. At least it was clean. It quickly grew in her mouth as she slid her mouth up and down on the shaft. She smiled a little -- she liked "growers".

The cock was nice and hard now. It wasn't nearly as big as George's -- George really did have a monster cock, she thought -- but it was nice enough.

Without warning, the man was suddenly cumming in her mouth. Gloria swallowed hastily and stopped moving her head. She waited patiently as the cock pumped out its load of semen onto her tongue, then she swallowed and pulled off.

She didn't know how to finish the session, so she just gave it a friendly little tap with her fingertips. It quickly withdrew.

She still had no idea who it could have been. The idea gave her a little thrill.

A few minutes later, another cock came through the hole. This one was definitely George's. She smiled to herself -- she knew what to do with George. She sucked with abandon, taking his cock deep and gagging on it with each thrust. Her eyes watered. "Holy shit!" came a voice from the other side of the wall -- it wasn't George's voice! Suddenly the man was cumming in her mouth. It was a huge cum, and she had to swallow as it came out to avoid having to spit some out on her clothes.

'Not George,' she thought as the cock withdrew. She couldn't believe it.