Chapter 9: The Bell

Cummy awoke in a three walled room with a hole in the center wall. She realized there was a leash extending from her collar to a carabiner out of her reach.

*I'm in a Glory Pod...* Cummy realized. The excitement and arousal at that revelation was unexpected. She hated that being tied up and expected to devour a glorious meat rod, suck down some essence, and do it again with a smile. It was demeaning, and... kinda hot.

Cummy had been so focused on where she was that she forgot that the bar had the perfect vantage point to see her. She stumbled to a standing position, having been tossed into the small cubby haphazardly. She was still a little woozy from the, the...

*I didn't escape... How?* Cummy thought, realizing her escape attempt clearly didn't work.

"Ladies and gentlemen" a voice came over the loudspeaker in the bar area. "Turn your attention to Pod 17, Cummy! She's a brand new Sucker and is about to pop her blowjob cherry!"

The crowd erupted into cheering, hoots, and laughter.

Cummy could see more people moving to see into her cell. There was almost no room to move around in here, nowhere to hide. She felt seen by everyone, and her pussy flushed with arousal, her nipples pulsed to her heartbeat. Oh, she really liked being on display like this.

The announcement made Cummy realize that there must be a client on the way. Sure enough, within a few seconds her collar buzzed a few times while a gentle chime played.

*Oh god, not the chime.. My mouth!* Cummy thought as her mouth started to water like crazy. She tried swallowing but between breaths she started drooling onto her breasts.

"Oh shit, she's droolin' like a waterfall!" Someone shouted to jeers and laughter.

"That's not the only place she's gushin' from!" Even louder laughs sounded.

Cummy tried to close her legs, but her knees touched and left a sexy thigh gap for everyone to gawk at her wet pussy. Between the anticipation from the chime and the comments and laughter at her expense was almost too much to handle. She had to sit down. Without thinking she simply dropped to her knees, landing on a well-padded pillow mounted in front of the glory hole.

She was now facing away from the crowd, but could still feel their eyes on her.

*Maybe I could relieve some pressure without them seeing?* She thought, as one hand slipped down to her sopping pussy.

"Oh she jillin'!" laughter erupted again, but Cummy found she didn't pull her hand back, if anything, her fingers had found their way in-between her folds and on seemingly on their own accord where massaging, sliding, and rubbing her little southern waterfall. Her palm pressed into her mons, eliciting a moan and shudder as she found her clit again.

She smelled it before she saw it. She had smelled this before if she went a few days without a shower, but now it was inviting rather than rank. The divine scent called to her.

Cummy opened her eyes, not realizing they were closed. Her left hand still cupping her new sex, her right stabilizing herself against the wall. Looking back at her was a massive black cock, already beading with precum. A moment later the man pushed his ball-sack through the hole too.

That lightly bobbing meat stick and undulating wrinkly sack of skin lit up her brain like the fourth of July. There was just something so pleasing about these shapes, not to mention the smell.

Cummy found herself leaning forward and inhaling deeply. The man flexed his cock and it bumped her just below the nose, leaving a smear of precum.

Cummy giggled. She hated herself for giggling, but, she couldn't argue that it wasn't cute.

She momentarily forgot about her own needful pussy and brought her dripping wet hand up to grasp this python. It was hot in her hand, so veiny, so thick and strong. She found herself stroking it gently, coating the whole length in her own pussy juices.

She was no longer bracing herself on the wall and her other hand was absentmindedly playing with the man's testicles. She'd never been so intrigued by a ball-sack before, but now, watching the deep black, wrinkly, fuzzy, ball-sack hang there comically and undulate and move around on it's own accord... It just made Cummy giddy.

The big black cock dripped some precum onto Cummy's tits, to go alongside her drool. She nearly popped the cock into her mouth right there, she felt a pang of guilt at the waste, but stopped herself... barely.

However, she reasoned, can something that looks and smells so good, be bad? Like, really? What harm could come of sucking a little dick? It would be a shame to let it go to waste. This poor made is here to be helped, serviced, sucked.

A strange coppery-metallic taste hit her tongue as she realized she had her mouth open, tongue out, and was sliding the man's meat into her mouth. The texture was interesting, the head had a distinct taste that the shaft did not. She liked it, like it a lot actually. She was vaguely aware of a raucous noise behind her, but little mattered once she filled her mouth with cock.

Memories of received blowjobs and techniques use when she had a cock resurfaced. She desired to please and tried to replicate those actions, she needed to make this cock happy. She used her tongue to gently massage the bottom of his cock while slowly and gently sliding it further into her mouth.

She became aware of a need telling her that she couldn't live without this cock filling her mouth. It just felt so right, the veins giving additional texture, the musk directly below her nose, the fun ball-sack she was gently playing with while she sucked.

The crowd let out another round of laughter as they watched Cummy bump her nose against the wall, a writ of passage for all Glory Pod Suckers.

Cummy jolted though when her nose bumped into the wall. She tried to yelp, but she had 10 inches of cock in her mouth, so it came out as a gargled swallow. She found her eyes closing again as she began to slide the cock back out slowly, using her tongue to almost playfully feel out every inch she could reach.