A gloryhole

Dirk pulls you out of the car and leads you to a dimly lit roadside rest stop. You can feel a primal fear rising up in you and the weed fog is only making you feel more **** and scared. Dirk sees the fear in your eyes and correctly decides you just need to be higher. He hands you another joint and unzips your panties, groping your bare ass and teasing your cunt.

You take a deeeeep hit...and as you exhale your mouth is filled with Dirk's long fingers. You drool and suckle them and whimper when they leave you...

You take another deeeeeeeper hit...and Dirk's fingers slide effortlessly up your cunt. You clench down and grind against them as he fuck puppet walks you into a back door...

You take the deeeeeeepeeeereeeeeest hit...and squint in the dark hallway illuminated solely by eight holes cut in the wall, and you wonder what they are for. Not thinking about how filthy the floor is, you kneel down to get a better look...and a thick, throbbing cock pops through...

You take a deep hit of the fat, fleshy joint in front of you, and you don't think of anything at all. You suckle on it like a baby calf, hard and hungry and tight and wet. You listen for little grunts telling you when he enjoys a flick of the tongue, feel his pulse quicken in your throat as his veins bulge at the way you tighten against him. Dirk's right...you need practice. And out of the corner of your eye you see three more cocks pop through. So much for romance...you push past the gag reflex and burn in your throat and your head becomes a sloppy, spittle drooling blur. You taste his cum in your brain as he fills you so deep and you fill your panties again in giddy glee...

Then you scamper, starving over to the next cock. This one is a disappointment. Shorter and skinnier than the last, and unkempt and unwashed. Still...it's bigger than yours and therefore deserves your worship...you down it easily, practicing your finesse on shallow little pirouette bobs into deep, ball slathering, dives. Meanwhile Dirk is getting impatient, kneeling behind you and sliding his thick cock into your exposed cunt. "Mmmph yeph yeph yeph Damphy!" He must have gotten the impression somewhere you liked it as he starts fucking you so hard that you lunge onto the cock in front of you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as this loser dick fills your throat and you fill your panties until they spill onto the soiled floor...

Dirk pulls you by the hair to the next hole, his cock still buried deep inside you and throbbing with need. This cock is a welcome surprise. Even thicker than Dirk's and almost as big and a beautiful dark brown. You plunge onto it like a sword swallower at the freakshow as your cunt is filled again and again. It's hard to keep pace with punishing pounding of your sissy pussy. The cock is so thick and your throat so tight, but you take the burning in your lungs and oxygen deprivation as just another high and sink deeper and deeper faster and faster...

You barely have time to register the shuddery sissygasm as he cums so deep in you taste it in your soul, and so thick it dribbles down your chin. Before you can lap it up, Dirk has you dick deep on the next cock...and he fills your hungry cunt with cum, setting off a sissygasm so intense you can't tell where you begin and where your drool, sissy spurts, and the puddle of spilled cum begins...

After this it becomes a blur...you suck more cocks than you can count, at least eleventy twolve...at some point Dirk leads you into the open restroom and lets everyone get their hands on what was just a tight, wet fantasy in the dark before. Their hard, filthy hands...their hungry, filthier lips...their insistent, angry cocks...all over you, degrading you, filling you, fulfilling you...

It's a long night into morning and you lose yourself in the sissy spiral of brainless bliss again and again, until you spend more time beautifully blank than you spend fleetingly awake.

You finally cum too aching, spent, soiled and shamed in the back of Dirk's van..."Now don't pout. I wasn't about to let you sit on my seats with all that DNA still stuck to you. But don't worry. I'm gonna take you home, get you cleaned up, and ready for work." All of that, every word was the opposite of reassuring. What exactly does he have planned for you? And how can you possibly say no at this point? Are you too far gone to save? Do you even want to be saved? Or is damnation the more merciful option at this point?