Gloryhole

Over the past week, Sue had struggled to maintain her composure. Her clothing had grown increasingly daring—low-cut tops that threatened to spill her breasts, skirts so short that a single misstep would expose her bare pussy to the world. More than once, she’d caught students staring, their eyes wide with shock or hunger. But she didn’t care.

One word consumed her thoughts: Gloryhole.

Before stumbling upon it in her husband’s search history, she’d never even heard the term. But after a few furtive internet searches, her world had shifted. Here was the perfect solution a controlled, anonymous space where men would crave her, use her, without ever knowing her name. No faces, no attachments. Just pure, raw lust.

She’d taken measures to ensure Eric couldn’t indulge himself. A strict nanny filter on all his devices (except hers, of course), and a firm rule: No touching.

The power thrilled her.

When the kids were gone, she’d parade through the house naked, leaving the blinds open just enough for the neighbours or Eric to catch glimpses. His desperation was intoxicating. He’d beg, hands twitching toward his cock, but she’d deny him with a smirk.

"Not until I say so."

She was wet constantly, denying herself release, letting the ache build.

Her search for a gloryhole had led her down dark, tantalizing rabbit holes. Some forums demanded nude verification a request she fulfilled eagerly, imagining strangers jerking off to her photos. Most spaces catered to men, but finally, she found what she needed: a seedy sex shop on the industrial edge of town, its back room rumoured to house a private booth where women serviced anonymous cocks.

The day arrived. Kids at her mother’s. Eric at work.

Sue prepared like a ritual shaving her legs and pussy until she was smooth, every nerve ending alive with anticipation. She slipped into scandalous lingerie: a bra that barely contained her nipples, flimsy panties that hid nothing, stockings that clung to her thighs. A long coat concealed her outfit as she stepped out, heart pounding.

The shop was an unremarkable concrete block nestled between factories, the kind of place workers slipped into before heading home to their oblivious wives.

A heavy metal door greeted her, a camera lens glinting above. She pressed the intercom.

"What you want?" a gruff voice crackled.

"I want to use the sex shop," she breathed.

The door buzzed open.

Inside, the air was thick with musk and cheap disinfectant. Men loitered, avoiding eye contact. Shelves overflowed with sex toys some familiar, others bizarre. But Sue had only one destination.

At the counter sat a balding man in leather pants and a stained once white vest, flipping through a glossy magazine. He looked up, sizing her up with a bored expression.

"Can I help you?"

Sue swallowed. "I heard you have a special booth in the back."

His eyebrows shot up. "You a cop?"

In answer, she parted her coat, revealing her barely-there lingerie.

"Do I look like a cop?"

The man snorted. "Punters pay twenty. You get ten, I get ten. They don’t finish? You get nothing."

"Deal."

He smirked. "Prove it first."

Before she could react, his hand slid under her coat, fingers teasing her damp panties. She gasped, hips jerking forward.

"Here?" she whispered. "In front of everyone?"

He nodded.

Sinking to her knees, she unbuttoned his leather pants, freeing his cock, short, hairless, already stiffening in her grip. She licked her lips, then took him into her mouth.

The taste of salt and skin flooded her senses as he gripped her hair, setting a rough pace. Around them, murmurs rose.

"Hey, boys," the man called, voice thick with amusement. "We got a live one."

Sue ignored them, focusing on the throbbing heat between her legs. When he came, she swallowed every drop, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Good enough?"

He zipped up with a shrug. "You’ll do."

A curtain behind the counter beckoned.

"Black door. Lock it behind you." He smirked. "Hope you’re ready for a long night."

Sue stepped through, her panties soaked, her body alight.

The real game was about to begin.