Glory Hole Shift

Sarah woke up Monday with a low feeling. Today was the day. She showered listlessly. Al made breakfast, as usual, and tried to cheer her up.

"It'll be over pretty soon. It's really no big deal. And... maybe you don't want to hear this right now, but honestly I think it's pretty hot."

"You do?"

"Yeah. I kind of wish I could watch."

"You're right," she said. "I don't want to hear it right now." She left for work, shutting the door loudly behind herself.

On the walk to work she felt guilty. 'I shouldn't have been mean to Al like that,' she thought. 'I'll have to make it up to him.'

She got to work at 8:30. Walking in the front door she could see that the new room was built. There were two doors, side-by-side, labeled "Men" and "Women". 'Looks like a Catholic confessional,' she thought to herself. 'Why am I doing this?'

She went up to her office to drop off her purse, and checked her email. The newest one was a reminder that her "appointment" was scheduled for 9. "Please re-read the Standards and Expectations sheet beforehand!" it said. 'It's so damn chirpy,' she thought glumly.

In defiance she didn't re-read the document. She had barely read it in the first place. 'How hard can this be?' she thought. It was nearing 9am, and she didn't want to be seen, so she pulled a towel from her purse, went back downstairs, and let herself into the door marked "Women".

She had to admit to herself that it was pretty nice. The room had a padded bench to sit on, another smaller one to kneel on, and padding on the walls. The floor was tile and looked, well, like it had just been installed. It was very clean and brightly lit. There was a vertical slit in one wall. 'The dick hole,' she thought.

There were two doors, each with a latch, and so Sarah locked them. The back door, she suddenly realized, led straight to the women's restroom -- clever. She could get a bit of privacy by going in and out that way. She didn't want anyone to know she was in there. She dimmed the lights down very low. Some light still came in through the hole in the wall.

She looked at her phone. "8:57" it read. Just a few minutes now. She sat down on the bench. Her head was nearly level with the hole. She positioned herself so that casual "visitors" wouldn't see her -- they'd have to bend down, and she didn't think that anyone would bother. 'They don't care about my face,' she thought. 'Just what I can do.'

A couple of minutes later she heard someone walk in. She felt ashamed and unhappy... but also a little excited. Who would it be? Would she know? She hadn't touched anyone except her husband like this in so long, she wondered what that would feel like as well.

Then, there it was, without further ado. The man, whoever he was, must have undone his trousers without her noticing, because suddenly a penis -- that was how she thought of it, "penis" -- emerged from the hole in the wall.

She stared at it. It wasn't too big. She couldn't tell how old its owner (she mentally giggled at the thought of a penis having an owner) was by looking. Who could he be? A student? A prof? All she knew was that he was white.

She was transfixed until a gruff voice said, "I haven't got all day." She didn't recognize the voice, but it sounded like he was trying to muffle it a bit. "Come on."

She slid the bench a little closer, opened her mouth, and engulfed the penis. It tasted clean. 'He probably showered just a little while ago,' she thought. She bobbed her head back and forth. Sarah had never been particularly good at oral sex, and didn't do it much for Al -- it was more of a birthday treat at home -- but she tried to get a decent rhythm going.

The man's member quickly became erect in her mouth. It still fit nicely in her mouth, and so Sarah kept up the same rhythm, pulling it into her mouth and back out again. 'I'm a human metronome,' she thought. Once it went in too deep, and she gagged a little, but after that she was careful to only let the dick slide halfway into her mouth.

After a few minutes -- Sarah held up her phone and saw that it read "9:07" -- there was a knock on the wall. She barely had time to think, 'What's that?' when suddenly the man was cumming.

The first shot went into her mouth. She wasn't ready for it, and pulled off suddenly, leaving the dick hanging in mid-air. She watched in a panic as more cum shot from the tip, falling to land on her pants and shoes.

'Damn it,' she thought.

"Damn it," growled the voice. "What the hell."

Sarah gingerly wiped the tip of his penis with her towel. Then, not knowing what else to do, she gave it a little pat, as if to say good-bye.

'That seemed pretty good,' she thought to herself.

Her theory about Monday mornings seemed correct, as she only had one more visitor. The second penis, like the first, was not too large. Sarah bobbed her head and sucked again, being sure not to let it go too deep. And this time, Sarah was ready for the cum -- as soon as he knocked, she pulled off and replaced her mouth with the towel she had brought for that purpose.

At 10am, she stood up, stretched, and put the towel into a plastic bag. 'Don't want that getting anything else messy,' she thought. She unlocked the doors, went out through to the women's restroom, brushed her teeth, and went to her office to work.