Peek Through the Gloryhole

The women were moaning. Mercy could feel herself getting wetter. But it wasn't enough. She had always been more stimulated visually. Came from her days as a teenager, sound off as she masturbated to online videos, quiet as a mouse so no one would hear...not at home...or in the library...or in the bathroom at work, getting some relief as the soundless images appeared on her phone. She thought of it as her little habit; one she hadn't had time or opportunity to indulge in for weeks. Now, two hot bitches were fucking each other just on the other side...of...the...wall...

Her eyes fell on the glory hole that had been drilled in the wall separating the stalls.

Carefully, Mercy got down on her knees, loosened the belt on her pants, and pulled her underwear down around her thighs. Unencumbered now, she looked through the hole.

Lois Lane wasn't doing the shocker. She was naked, both hands buried three fingers deep in Maria's pussy and ass, pulling and stretching at the holes. The reporter was keeping up a constant slow stream of dirty chatter.

"Feels pretty loose and wet in here. I bet you get a lot of traffic, yeah? Sneak off away from the bar between shifts to get more cock for your hungry snatch, don't you? If I stick my tongue deep enough in there, am I going to taste cum? I bet I am..."

Mercy could see Lois' fingers thrust in and out of Maria's holes. It was right there, but circumscribed by the edges of the hole. Just like a television. Still in stealth mode, the bodyguard slipped a third finger in her own puss. Her thumb rubbed her clit as the fingers reached in and grabbed and pulled—it was never about penetration with her, as much as girth. The sweet strain as her fingers pulled and stretched, all while she was rubbing her clit...and watching the show.

She shifted her viewpoint, just a little. Wanted to see Maria's face as she took it. Moving her head left shifted the point of view right...across the meaty figure of the barmaid, the tits that were hanging down, just above the toilet bowl, that cascade of dyed hair...and there it was. Eyes closed, mouth open. All of her focus right then and there on her cunt and ass as they were pummeled. Completely open and exposed.

Mercy felt herself starting to get closer. Her fingers burned as she grabbed harder at her puss, thumb pressing against her clit. She could feel it build, and started to hold her breath, not wanting to pant, not wanting to get caught. This was more intense than fingering herself under the sheets in the dorm, her roommate in the bunk above her. She shifted her gaze back, down along the length of Maria's body. Wanted to see Lane pound those fucking holes.