What is a gloryhole?

Kim loitered at the bar, unsure of where to begin. Drinks were free - and tasty! She already had a Margarita, then a Slippery Nipple, and was now on to a Sex on the Beach.

She saw a sign advertising a gloryhole contest in a room in a secluded corner. She had no idea what a gloryhole was. Something to earn glory? Whatever the case, she went for it after seeing the prize money. She scanned through the rules but her tipsy mind could barely take the words in. Something about the more sexuality and satisfaction she provided, she could be tipped. The audience's choice at the end of the night won double the prize money.

She wore the provided red cocktail dress that went down to her knees. It was sleeveless with thin spaghetti straps, showing off her shoulders and collarbone. She had on simple and classy lingerie underneath and finished the look with silver 3-inch heels. The contest seemed simple enough.

She was led to the tiny black room with a hole in the wall. She had to get on her knees and crawl in. The room was so tiny one of her hand or leg touched the wall no matter how she positioned herself, even though she was kneeling. As she was crawling in, a small remote vibrator was shoved easily into her pussy.

Kim waited for 5 minutes. Nothing seemed to be happening. Just as she got bored, a flaccid cock poked through the hole, almost hitting her eye. She tried to back away, but there was no getting away. In the tiny room, the cock rested on some part of her face no matter how she tried to avoid it. Already,

Thankfully, its size was smaller than expected—just four inches long. It was circumcised, with a smooth head that glistened under the lights. The shaft was slightly veined, pulsing with life as it awaited her touch. In her mind, she knew what she had to do. The foreskin was warm to the touch, and she could feel the blood rushing beneath the surface.

She leaned in, her lips parted slightly as she took the tip into her mouth. The taste was salty, slightly musky, and undeniably masculine. Kim began to suckle gently at first, then more vigorously as she found her rhythm. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive underside while her hand stroked the shaft in time with her mouth.

The man on the other side of the wall moaned softly, his pleasure evident. Kim felt a surge of confidence, her skills as an artist translating seamlessly into this new form of performance. She bobbed her head faster, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked the small cock. She took in just the head, then half the shaft, then deepthroated it all.

Without warning, she felt rough hands on both sides of her. Just as she stroked the cock, the hands stroked her blindly. They stroked her hips, around her breasts and grasped her ass. Truth be told, her slowly-growing arousal spurred her on.

The salty taste was turning slightly sweet, her tongue starting to crave the pheromone-filled tang. As her nipples grew harder, so too was the hard member satisfying her. The more pre-cum leaked out of the cockhead, the more her juices leaked from her pussy.

Suddenly, the cock twitched violently in her mouth. Kim was not prepared for the rapid flood in her mouth. Warm jets of cum shot into her mouth, filling it quickly. The cum was overly-salty and nauseating, causing her to **** and sputter. Try as she did to swallow it all, the cum was too thick, too voluminous, too overwhelming. It shot out of her mouth, dribbling down her chest.

The man on the other side sighed contentedly, his member shrinking back through the hole. Kim looked down at her dress, now marred with the evidence of her encounter. There was a sudden zap: She had missed that the rules of the contest dictated that she must remove any stained items - her dress vanished, leaving her in her bra and panties.