Reward

Now it's time she gets her reward.

Your grip tightens around the base of her cock, firm and unyielding as you slowly stroke up along the immense length of her cock, making her feel every inch of your touch up her trembling frame. Her gasp is sharp and needy, her knees buckling as her hips jerk forward instinctively into the stall wall. No more teasing. No more waiting. Her cock twitches, shameful moans escaping her throat.

“Nngh—ahh, please…! Please, I c-can’t—!”

Her voice sounds like it's on the verge of breaking from the weight of shame and arousal. She's already a dripping, twitching mess in your palm, you speed up your strokes, rewarding her filthy confession with the pleasure she’s longed for. Every slick glide of your fingers over her length has her shivering, her breath ragged, her body surrendering completely to your ministrations. Your other hand joins in the pleasure, thumb pressing against her leaking tip, smudging her pre-cum against the pink head of her cock.

You can tell it's not enough for the touch starved woman as she throbs wildly in your hands, demanding more attention. So you give it to her. Without hesitation, you lower your head and press a slow, open-mouthed kiss to her tip, letting the taste of her slick arousal coat your tongue. She shrieks—a strangled sound that echoes through the toilet. Her thighs quiver, her hands slamming against the wall, bracing herself against the pleasure.

“A-ahhh—! Oh God, oh God—!”

She’s so sensitive, so pent-up, so unbearably **** that even the slightest touch almost sends her over the edge. But you don’t stop. You part your lips and let her head glide past your tongue, into the wet heat of your mouth. She chokes on a sob, her whole body convulsing as you sink deeper, taking more, your lips sliding down the rigid length of her cock inch by inch.

Her breath is ragged, erratic, she's barely holding herself together, hips twitching, fighting the urge to thrust, to try to fuck your mouth knowing full well she can't. But she’s good, she’s holding back—barely, but enough, just as a _prim and proper_ lady should.

“F-fuck,” she gasps.

You swallow her deeper, the tight heat of your throat squeezes around her thick cock. Your hands grip the bottom of her length as you devour her, stroking as much as you can while your mouth does the rest, you hollow your cheeks, sucking her in, letting your tongue drag along the underside of her cock, teasing that sensitive spot near the tip. You can hear her panting now, her hands clenched into fists against the wall, shaking with the effort to keep standing.

“You—! Oh God—! You're gonna make me—!”

Her voice is frantic, panicked with the sheer **** of her pleasure. She’s completely at your mercy, You can feel the way she trembles, her cock throbbing in your mouth, twitching, you know she's close to that backed up load of hers by now.

So you take her deeper.

You relax your throat as much as you can, sinking down, down further—until your nose barely presses against the base of her cock with some effort, your lips stretched wide around her thick length. She screams, her whole body seizing as you swallow her to the hilt. Her hips jerk forward desperately, a choked sob ripping from her throat as she completely loses it.

“A-ahh! I— I can’t— I’m—!!”

Tears prick the corners of her eyes, her cock buried so deep in your throat, surrounded by tight, wet, squeezing heat. She’s utterly ruined, destroyed by your throat spasming around her. You don't let up on the woman, head bobbing, letting her length slide in and out, your throat clenching around her with every movement. The obscene wet glurk, glck, gghk of your sloppy gagging filling the stall, mixing with her broken cries of pleasure and that’s it—her entire body convulses, her fingers clawing at the stall wall as her breath stutters into a shattered, gasping moan.

Throbbing against your tongue, every muscle in her body tensed and trembling. You don’t pull back nor do you slow down. Instead, you stay, letting the tight heat of your throat milk her, your tongue dragging over every sensitive inch.

Her body locks up as a deep, shuddering moan rips from her throat, her cock twitching violently before the first hot spurt of cum floods your mouth. It’s thick, hot and an incredible amount of it. She cries out, her hands slamming against the stall wall as she cums hard, spilling down your throat, You don’t move. You don’t let a single drop escape, throat squeezing and swallowing her length as she throbs on your tongue, prolonging every last second of her high. The sensation is too much—your throat flexing, the wet suction around her cock—it wrecks her, moans turning into **** little whimpers.

She’s still shaking when you finally pull off of her, her cock slipping free from your lips with a wet schlurp— a pop to it as you release her. A thick strand of her release paints your lips. Her cock twitches again—still hard, still needy, you stay where you are, mouth open, watching as she gives one last, shuddering gasp—hot ropes of cum splatter across your face, painting your lips, your chin— in the last remnants of her seed. She whimpers from it all, completely undone and spent. All of her built-up frustrations now painting your throat and face.

“T-Thank you… sincerely. I— I don’t usually… do this. I swear, I… I— but… oh God, I needed that. I really needed that…”

Her fingers clutch at her skirt as she pulls herself free from the gloryhole, messy cock swaying before tucking it away. She uselessly tries to smooth her skirt down, to compose herself, but there’s no hiding how flushed she is, still buzzing from it all. Her hands tremble as she reaches for the stall door, fingers fumbling against the latch. She hesitates for a second—like she might say something else—but she doesn’t.

Instead, she ducks her head low and with her face burning, she slips out of the stall in hurried, stumbling steps—**** to escape, to hide her face from any who might know her. The way her thighs still shake, the way her breath still shudders on her lips—she won’t be forgetting this anytime soon.

Neither will you.