Gloryhole and the University Library

Peter: Babe, I'm so sorry… I've been stuck here at the library for hours and just can't get away. The material for next week's exam is brutal.

Lena: Oh, sweetie… Today is Blowjob Day, after all (schnitzel + blowjob or steak + blowjob). I’ve been looking forward to really spoiling you all morning.

Peter: I know… I’m already half-hard just thinking about it. But I really can’t make it over to you.

Lena: Then I’ll just come to you. University library, right?

Peter: Yeah… but there are people everywhere here.

Lena: I know a spot. Upper floor, the old wing. Almost nobody uses the bathrooms up there anymore. The middle stall has a… well… hole in the wall. You know what I mean.

Peter: Fuck, Lena… seriously?

Lena: Totally serious. I’m heading out now. I’ll be there in 25 minutes. I’ll just text you “now” when I’m ready. I’ll hide in the middle stall. If you see my black lace panties hanging on the doorknob of the stall next door, you’ll know I’m in there.

Peter: You’re so dirty… I love you.

Lena: I love you even more. And today, I especially love your cock. See you in a bit, baby.

My heart was already racing as I pushed open the heavy door to the old university wing. The hallway was empty, just the echo of my footsteps on the worn linoleum. Once upstairs, it smelled of old wood, dust, and a hint of chlorine cleaner—exactly that slightly forbidden atmosphere that turned me on so much.

I slipped into the room, quietly closed the door, and immediately pulled up my skirt. With both thumbs, I hooked the waistband of my black lace panties down, letting them slide slowly down my legs. The cool air brushed against my bare, already damp pussy. I smiled at the thought that Peter would soon see those very panties hanging on the doorknob of the right stall—our little dirty signal.

I carefully hung them over the silver knob so they dangled slightly. Then I sat down on the toilet seat, closed the door, and waited. My nipples pressed hard against the thin fabric of my top. I spread my legs slightly, ran my fingers over my smooth labia, and felt how wet I already was. Just the thought of sucking his hard cock through that glory hole while someone might be walking by outside drove me crazy.

Then I texted Peter: Now.

I took a deep breath, knelt down on the cool tile floor, and positioned myself directly in front of the hole. It was cut out perfectly at the level of his pelvis. I licked my lips and waited.

Then I heard his stall door. The soft click of the latch. A few seconds of silence.

And suddenly his cock pushed through the hole.

God, it was already rock hard. Thick veins pulsed beneath the taut skin, the glans dark red and glistening with precum. I smelled him immediately—that warm, masculine scent that always made me weak. At first I just breathed warm air over it, watching his shaft twitch slightly. Then I parted my lips and let it slide slowly into my mouth.

Mmm… He filled me up immediately. Warm, heavy, silky on my tongue. I sucked gently, letting my tongue glide flat along his shaft, circling the glans and tasting the salty, sweet drop that immediately welled up from him. I took him deeper until I felt his tip pressing against my throat. My throat tightened, I swallowed around him, and heard a soft, stifled moan from the other stall.

That made me even hornier.

I began to really pamper him—slowly, wetly, dirty. With every up-and-down motion, I let my saliva run over his entire shaft, making it glisten. My right hand reached through the hole, wrapped around the lower part that I couldn’t quite fit in my mouth, and massaged it firmly in the same rhythm. My left hand lay between my own legs, two fingers deep inside my dripping pussy, while I sucked his cock as if it were the only thing in the world I still wanted.

I made soft, smacking noises, letting it slip almost all the way out again and again, just to play with the tip of my tongue under his glans, right where he was most sensitive. Then I took him deep again, pressing my nose almost against the cool wall until my lips touched his belly. My throat massaged him, my saliva already running down my chin.

I kept sucking, deep and greedily, letting his hard cock slide all the way down my throat again and again. My saliva was already running in thick strands down my chin and dripping onto the cold tile floor. Just as I felt his shaft get even thicker, I heard a soft scraping sound under the partition.

His cell phone.

He’d slid it flat through the gap, camera pointing up, flashlight on full. The bright, cold light shone directly up into my booth from below. I smiled around his cock—so the little pervert wanted to see everything.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth for a moment, gave him a wet kiss on the tip, and whispered softly, “Just you wait… you’re going to get the full show.”

I stood with my legs spread wide over the phone, squatting low so the camera was directly beneath me, filming everything from the bottom up. My short skirt had ridden up to my waist. Slowly, I spread my legs even wider.

From below, he could now see everything in perfect detail: my smooth-shaven, swollen pussy, the labia dark pink and glistening with wetness. Thick, clear strands of my juices stretched from my lips all the way down to the floor. My clit was swollen and protruding, pulsing visibly. I pulled my labia apart with two fingers, showing him the pink, dripping inside, letting him see how wet and ready I was—just from sucking cock.

Then I grabbed my top and yanked it down. My full, heavy breasts sprang out. They’re round and plump, a 75D, with large, dark nipples that were now standing rock-hard. The skin is soft and light, with a few small freckles at the base. They swayed heavily as I leaned over his cock again and immediately took it deep into my warm mouth.

From below, the camera was now filming perfectly: my dripping, spread-open pussy right above the light, my heavy breasts swinging back and forth with every movement of my head, and at the same time, how I let his thick cock slide between my full lips again and again.

I was getting hornier and hornier. Knowing that he was watching me like this—completely slutty, on my knees in a college bathroom, pussy and tits bare and glistening—was driving me almost crazy. I moaned loudly around his cock, letting my hips circle as I sucked him. My fingers played with my clit, diving in and out of my wet slit again and again.

Peter’s cock twitched wildly. I felt the thick veins throbbing, the head getting even harder on my tongue.

“Mmm… yeah, come for me, baby,” I thought, sucking harder, faster, deeper.

Then he came.

The first gush was hot and thick, shooting straight down my throat. I swallowed greedily without pulling him out. The second, third, fourth pulse—long, powerful spurts of warm, salty cream filled my mouth. I held him deep inside, massaging every drop out of him with my throat, while I thrust two fingers deep into my pussy and came—hard, trembling, with his cock still in my mouth.

My whole body trembled. My pussy clenched spasmodically around my fingers, fresh juice dripping onto the phone beneath me. My breasts bounced with every spasm. I moaned loudly and muffled at the same time, the vibrations around his throbbing cock.

I sucked him dry, down to the last drop, licking him clean while he was still twitching. Only then did I slowly pull him out of my mouth, giving the glistening head a final, tender kiss.

My face was flushed, my chin wet with saliva and some cum I hadn’t quite swallowed. My pussy glistened, the insides of my thighs were damp. My nipples were so hard it almost hurt.

I smiled down at the camera, slowly licked my lips, and whispered hoarsely:

“Blowjob day done, my darling… and I’m far from done with you.”