Women’s Room in search of a Glory Hole

With a little bit of **** courage and constant, literal, ribbing from Tiffany, I rise from my barstool and meander tentatively towards the back of the pub. A very narrow hallway leads further towards the back, a small sign indicating the area of the restrooms. I enter the hallway, barely wide enough for two people and pause at the men’s door. Brushing my hand over the Men’s Room nameplate, contemplating if I should push my way inside, I opt to move towards the women’s room. Surely there must be a Glory Hole between the two rooms.

Upon entering the cramped room, I note that there are only two stalls, both of which seem to be occupied. The inhabitants seem to be friends, chatting amongst themselves. Panic starts to rise within myself, as I realize time is at a minimum, and if there is a glory hole, will the girl in the far stall service the manly muscle before I get a chance to? I turn on the faucet, to remind the two chatties that there is another person in the room, waiting for their turn. I cough loudly as I quickly run my hands under the cool water, checking my image in the mirror.

At last! The gossiping duo finally quiets down, and a few moments later, the two come out of the stalls, giggling hysterically, apologizing with feigned sincerity as they pass on by.

I hurriedly enter into the cramped far stall and take position upon the toilet, scanning the dividing wall. There it was, true to my suspicion, a cutout in the drywall, perfectly sized for a thick-veined cock to stick through. However, what intrigues me is the hole cut out on the other dividing wall, between the two female toilet stalls at the exact same height. I’m here on a mission though, and pay the opposing hole no mind, focusing instead on the muffled noises coming from the men’s stall.

My mouth is watering in anticipation, and my panties are quickly dampening with increasing arousal. My breasts are heaving and my nipples hardening into diamond tips. I want this! I need this! I have to have this!

The only way to effectively do this, is to drop to my knees, but one look at the dirty floor, makes me realize that would not be wise, with pants on. Hastily, I slip out of my capris, and figure I might as well take the blouse off too. Wouldn’t want any showing stains! I place the clean clothes on the back of the toilet and get down on my hands and knees to peer through the opening into the men’s room.

There it is! The object of my desire! A beautifully engorged length of male magnificence, glistening in the dim yellow light. I can tell it’s Mark’s cock, his trousers already tangled about his knees. I’m transfixed, unable to move or make a sound, completely mesmerized by the meat missile. I can practically taste it already, the strong musky fragrance wafting to my flaring nostrils. The large, enflamed purple helmet, already has a glistening pearl droplet clinging to its tip.

WAIT! WHAT’S THIS? NOooooo! NOoooo! This can’t be! Speechless and dumbfounded, I stare in silent disbelief, watching helplessly as the glorious cock is devoured by a hungry, wet, mouth. Her cheeks hollow out as she expertly swallows the entire length in long fluid strokes. Over and over again, the object of my admiration disappears, expertly engulfed into the throat of the lucky recipient.

My envy grows as my mouth continues to water, imagining it was my mouth wrapped around the tumescent totem pole. The arousal enflames my entire being, and soon, my mouth is not the only body part that is watering. It’s difficult to ignore the increasing itch and pressure between my thighs. Absentmindedly, my right hand ventures to tend to my own needs as my left hand braces against the wall, so I can continue to be a voyeur to the live sex scene next door. My already sodden panties are pulled to the side so that I can slip two fingers between the swollen labia. Within seconds, my fingers are plunging effortlessly and noisily trying to satisfy the uncontrollable urges. I pump my fingers in synchronicity with the face-fucking going on in front of me. The pleasure is intense as I build nearer and nearer to a much needed crescendo.

WAIT! WHAT? WHO? My mind scrambles to make sense of the images unfolding before me. Mark’s hands grab the young girl’s head, steadying her efforts as he begins to thrust in earnest. As he does so, he moved her hair aside, revealing her face. It’s Tiffany! She’s the hungry, cock-loving harlot servicing the cock I was in **** need for!

I’m still unable to make any sound of protest, my own body’s need demanding attention. My slick fingers vacate my flowing cavern to focus on the hardened nub just above the entrance. I circle my clit, coating it with my own honeyed nectar, immediately feeling the tiny tremors begin rippling through my body. My eyes remain glued on Tiffany as she continues taking Mark’s thrusting into her throat, long strands of saliva now drooling from the corners of her mouth. She offers no resistance to his advances, her pert nose being pounded into his pubes. My fingers continue to tease, trying to time my release with Mark’s, the waves intensifying as each second passes.

WHAT THE FUCK? OH MY … FUUUCK … GOD! UUUNNGGHHHHH! Suddenly, without warning or pretense, my gushing pussy is filled with something long, hard and cylindrical, it’s width comparable to the cock fucking Tiffany’s face. There’s nowhere to scramble in the cramped cubicle, unable to disentangle from the hard object wedged nearly into my womb. I’m helpless to fight it as it takes liberty with my once virginal opening. My fight quickly wanes as the need for release returns with a vengeance, my hips grinding of their own accord upon the unknown intruder. My eyes are wide in bewilderment, taking in the sight before me. My mouth hangs agape, wishing it was that opening being violated. My pussy throbs with desire, my pussy lips clenching tightly around the object as it draws out and pushes back in. I can feel the river of fluid running down my thighs. My fingers intensify the attack on my distended clit, furiously frigging in attempt to push me over the edge.

“Hehehe. I just couldn’t resist. I just knew a little harlot slut like you needed a hard cock to set you free. It might not be the real thing, but sometimes any hard cock will do!” The definitely female voice behind the wall giggles and squeals as the pounding continues.

My mind is sent whirling as I hear the female behind me, still unable to utter a single word, mumbling incoherently, and grunting with each thrust as my ass slams back against the dividing wall, pushing the phallic intruder even deeper. I begin to lose focus on the facefucking before me, as my eyes flutter towards the back of my skull. Each breath comes in staccato gasps as my heart pounds faster and faster. My fingers are frantically grinding me towards a black abyss. My entire body quakes and quivers as a thunderous explosion looms in the distance.

“I’m gonna cum,” I hear Mark exclaim from the other side.

“Mmmmmm,” both Tiffany and I exclaim simultaneously.

I can see Mark’s cock pulsing with each volley he is undoubtedly sending down Tiffany’s throat. My own pussy squeezes and clenches in synchronization with Tiffany’s throat muscles, milking the cock of it’s precious seed. Earthquakes erupt throughout my body as it convulses in time, around the fake cock plowing effortlessly through the broken dam.

“Yesssssssss!” A long hiss escapes my parched throat as my vision slowly returns, able to catch a glimpse of Tiffany happily lapping any remnants from Mark’s wilting member, before slumping to the dirty tiled floor in utter exhaustion. The huge dildo pulls out just enough to plop noisily free of my clutches, granting me the ability to curl in a near fetal position. I glance towards the opposing wall and see the huge dildo still waving around expectantly, it’s hard plastic surface coated in my own honeyed secretions.

“Come on honey! Be a good little cock whore and clean this bad boy up!” The female on the other side coos and giggles as she eggs me on.