Season 2, Episode 3: Glorybound

You walk into the bathroom and are greeted with the smell of stale urine and Lysol. You're now very happy you left your handbag at home as you look around at three grimy sinks with three equally poor looking stalls and imagine where you'd rest it.

As you walk into the middle stall you see the broken toilet paper dispenser with the stray roll on the back of the bowl. "Eww" you say to yourself, then you see the gloryhole on the wall leading to stall three. It's rough construction looks like it's was made with a fist.

"O-M-G!" you cover your mouth as you laugh. You look through to make sure the other stall is empty before sliding down your shorts and underwear, emptying your half-full bladder. As you come to the end of you flow, you hear the door open and someone lumber into the third stall.

You grabs some TP, balling it up and wiping up, making note of your shaved vagina. You're hopeful you could maybe hook-up at the show with a cute guy in a cowboy hat and a nice drawling accent. The smile comes off your face, as a massive dark-skinned penis slides through, settling on your thigh. You're equally turned on and creeped out by the violation of space, and you recoil off the seat leaving the cock to bob in the air.

"Oh-My-God, DeMarcus you're fucking hung!" you giggle, reaching out and grabbing it; to stroke it firmly, "I thought girls made you go softer than marshmallows?" you feel him throb in your hand, and add your other to stroke the opposite direction. You twirl your wrists, squeezing to pull the flesh in opposite directions. "Mmmmhhh, DeMarcus, you must wreck poor twink hole with this beast."

You squat down, staying just off the floor, not about to let it touch your flesh. And you drag your tongue across it's tip. "You like that D? You better pull this back, or you'll have to tell your dad you like my tight white-girl pussy on the down-low." He stays silent. But you're sure there isn't a black person within 15 miles. It's gotta be DeMarcus.

You wrap your lips around it, and stroke it with both hands. The thing must be 11" at least and its as thick as your forearm and you workout. It's taste is musky and masculine, and you let it tickle your uvula. You pull down your top to reveal your palm-able breasts and slaps his cock off of your dark brown areola and nips. "You feel that, D. You feel those gross tits on your monster cock!" you let out a carnivorous grunt and keep alternating downward slaps across each.

"You better say something right now or I'm gonna bareback your butt-splitter with my gross pussy... You're dick will smell like warm tuna and my pussy will be full of your hot butt-breeders?" You hear nothing but heavy breathing and desire and you bite your bottom lip. "Ok, D! Ry-Rye is gonna make you an honest man."

You stand up ready for him to pull out, or go limp, or start laughing. Instead it rages, pulsing with need and desire. You don't have to ask twice, as you use the bowl to hike your leg and line it up with your opening. You spit in your hand and rub it onto his cock, then hawk a bigger loogie to rub onto the tip. You let it press against your tight cunt.

The feeling is intense. You've had a black guy before, it was at a nightclub in a bathroom. You remember Kat bet you that you couldn't pull more dick than her during your freshman spring-break to Baja. So you both went to the hottest club you could find and agreed to fuck anybody who hit on you. The one with the most post-fucked selfies at the end of the night won. You both returned with 5 selfies, and the black guy was your third and her fifth and by far the most harrowing for you both.

This was something else entirely. You shift, and take a deep breath as you feel the head slip inside. You take it slow and steady, "D, you're so fucking huge." you rocks back and forth, feeling him bottom out with miles left to go, and you keep going. "Oh god, yes! Drop the bottom out of me, yeah D!" you groan out animalistically as you take your pleasure, with no thought of his.

"Why are all the best ones gay, D!" you feel your cervix shove inward, seeing the outline of his dick poke out of your stomach just enough to be visible. "Oh fuck, if I'd known you were hung like this, I'd have drilled a gloryhole in every bathroom between our dorms." You sit up and rock downward, feeling it slide above your cervix and root into your G-spot.

"Oh, yeah. Fuck me! I'm gonna fucking cum on your gay dick." you roar out, quickening your pace, and throttling your throbbing clit. "I'm gonna cuuuuuum!" your body locks, shuddering in complete submission of it's superiority.

"Oh god, oh god." you repeat as you come down, toes curling, mind going pure white. You feel him begin to thrust inside you as you lean closer to the wall to support your weight. You can hear his huge testicles slap the wall and you can feel it swell inside you.

"Are you gonna cum, D!" you smile to yourself, you're gonna be able to tell all your friends you've got pussy that can flip gay guys. "I want you to fill my hot pussy! I want you to push as deep as you can and put it nice and deep. I want your black cum in me."

The cock inside you does nothing but seek it's own pleasure. But soon, it thrusts hard enough to lift the dividing wall off of the floor. Thick wads punching through your depths with ease, making you moan in absolute submission. It goes on long enough to feel it ooze out around his cock. and slap onto the floor with audible drips.

When he withdraws it feels like it's taking something with it. You knees buckle, as your vision loses focus, and cold sweat mists your brow. You reach down to feel your spent pussy, and discover he's prolapsed it completely. Some of your pink pedals are outside your vagina, cum dripping over them.

You push them back in mindlessly, flexing your stretched muscles to help them find where they belong. You recover just enough to hear the door close.