The Gloryhole

A small red hatchback pulled into a nondescript alley in the industrial district of a working class town, gravel crunching under its tires as it slowly crawled forwards, its occupant looking around for their intended destination. Each side of the alley was lined with nondescript lock-ups behind which there could be anything, household junk, a personal gym or undiscovered treasures lost to time. At the end of the ramshackle path it opened out into a larger concrete floored yard with a huge building directly opposite the entryway, a large corrugated garage door the only visible entrance. The car pulled to a stop, red brake lights illuminated before the driver engaged the handbrake, turning off the engine and stepping out of the vehicle.

She looked small against this huge urban, industrial background, her pretty black strappy dress a harsh comparison against the discarded bricks, broken bottles and other assorted detritus on the ground surrounding her. Her blonde hair had been perfectly curled, the wind tugging at her pristine locks as she pulled down the hem of her dress to keep herself decent. She pulled up the camera on her phone to check her reflection, making sure the thick red lipstick and black eyeliner she had applied before setting off still looked flawless, although she knew full well that it wouldn't stay that way for long. Locking the car door, she took a deep breath before carefully walking over towards the metal door, tottering in her pair of black stiletto heels and making sure she didn't trip and fall on the uneven ground.

The wall of steel towered over her, spotted with rust and covered in messy, faded graffiti, she second guessed herself for a second, maybe she should just go home, forget this whole stupid fantasy once and for all, but the wetness between her legs reminded her how much she needed this. Outstretching an arm she knocked on the shutter three times, quickly withdrawing her hand as she waited anxiously. She jumped at the sound of a mechanical whirring, looking upwards and spotting a security camera swiveling towards her. The digital eye stared at her for a few seconds, time dragging as she held her breath before finally the shutter started to slowly move upwards, allowing the young woman entry into the unknown.

As she stepped inside it was pitch black and her fight or flight senses kicked in, urging her to run, but her resolve was firm, she had made it this far and she didn't want to turn back now. A man dressed in all black with a white mask covering his face loomed out from the shadows, making her jump in surprise as she clutched her hand to her chest, covering her plentiful cleavage and clenching her fist in preparation of defending herself. The man took two steps closer, looking her up and down in a lascivious way before speaking.

“Down that hallway, you're in room two. Get comfortable and we will begin.” His eyes were a deep green and his gaze was intense, as if devouring her whole with just a look, an absent minded lick of his lips reminding her why she was here. She steeled herself as he continued to stare at her, unmoving, eyes following her as she made her way down the path he had indicated, resisting the urge to look over her shoulder as she went. The hallway was disheveled and ragged, chunks of wall missing, graffiti sprayed everywhere and unidentifiable stains covering the walls. The doors lining the hallway had pieces of cardboard taped next to them with numbers crudely scribbled onto them and she quickly found room two, her final destination. Placing her hand on the handle, she pushed down and it swung open as she looked inside expectantly.

The room was a little nicer than the rest of the building, but not by much. A single strip light hung in the middle of the room, intermittently flickering and bathing the room in unnatural light. There was a small table to one side and on the wall facing the door was what she had come for, the reason she had driven for an hour to such a run down and abandoned place. Staring her down was a small, circular hole with some cushioning placed beneath it, a hole designed to have an anonymous erect cock pushed through, a glory hole. She licked her lips excitedly, quickly unfastening her heels and placing them on the table so that she would be comfortable. Turning back around, she saw a red light illuminated just above the hole which she knew meant there was an occupant waiting on the other side of the wall.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she got down on her knees in front of the small opening, knocking three times to let the mysterious man on the other side know that she was ready. She heard the rustling of clothes being removed and without any warning a semi-hard cock slid through the hole mere inches away from her face. It looked to be around five inches in length, uncut and thick and she cautiously reached up to take it in her hand. As soon as she made contact she could feel him swelling against her skin, causing a rush of wetness to coat her sex and after a couple of quick strokes along his length he was fully erect and ready to be pleasured.

She wasn't the most experienced girl in the world when it came to sucking cock, in fact, she'd had a relatively sheltered life, but in the past few months she'd felt a growing need rising within her. She couldn't explain it, but the idea of pleasuring anonymous men had become a huge turn on, something that instantly soaked her panties and hardened her cute little nipples. She'd lost count of the amount of times she'd played with herself while watching porn of women pleasuring huge cocks, saliva coating their thick rods as their moans of ecstasy got louder and louder. The fact that the women in the videos seemingly took so much enjoyment from giving their partner pleasure had unlocked something in her mind, something deep and dark, something that she was unable to ignore. On one fateful day she had come across her first glory hole video and her life had forever been changed. Something about the anonymity of it, not knowing who you were pleasuring exhilarated her and over time she realized it was something she wanted to experience first hand. Eventually she started looking online for real life locations, at first, ‘just out of curiosity’ but it quickly became more than that and this is how she'd stumbled across this place. After sending an email and sharing some naked pictures of herself, she had been approved and given the time and address for her first visit to a gloryhole. It seemed like it was well organized, her acceptance email explaining that it was oral only and how everything would work on the day. Now that she was finally here, all she cared about was finally fulfilling her desires and it was time to get started.

Leaning forwards, she cautiously licked along the shaft, pulling back his foreskin to reveal the swollen head as she heard a soft moan from the other side of the wall. Encouraged by this she took him into her cute, warm little mouth, savoring the sweet, masculine taste of a man on her tongue. It could be anyone on the other side of the wall, a muscular, handsome young stud or a fat, out of shape old man. They could be a teacher or a priest, a butcher or a mechanic and the fact that she had no clue about their identity thrilled her. She took him deeper into her mouth, bobbing slowly up and down as she gently massaged his balls with her hand. She was **** to feel him cum for her, but she knew that she needed to pace herself as a little voice in her head reminded her that she needed to give this stranger as much pleasure as possible. She took it slowly, enjoying every moment, every throb against her tongue, every twitch and moan as she felt herself getting wetter and wetter by the second.

Finally she couldn’t resist the rising lust and she slid her hand underneath her dress and against her soaking slit, fingers feverishly rubbing up and down as she moaned on the stranger's cock, caution now thrown to the wind as she sucked him faster and faster. Three quick, clumsy knocks from the other side of the wall let her know that he was on the edge and she pushed her head down onto him until his phallus was completely buried in her throat, eyes rolling back in her head as she felt him release inside her. The salty, musky taste of ejaculate was overpowering as she slipped into a slate of bliss, fingers diving into her hungry little hole as her own orgasm overtook her, shaking and twitching as she claimed her reward. The stranger withdrew himself from her spilling spittle and cum down her chin, much to her disappointment, his shrinking member disappearing into the darkness of the hole, leaving the woman alone to bask in the satisfaction of a stomach full of cum and a large damp patch on the cushioning beneath her.

A couple of minutes passed before the red light was lit again and another penis was presented to her and over the next hour, she sucked, licked and stroked more cocks than she had ever seen in her life. Big and small, thich and slender, veiny and circumcised, black, white, indian and more, but she didn’t care, now that she had the taste of cum in her mouth, the tingling of post-orgasmic bliss rocking her mind, she was not going to stop for anything. One after another she serviced these mysterious men, allowing them to use her eager mouth and throat for their pleasure. It was so dirty, depraved and humiliating, but she loved every second of it, becoming more and more intoxicated with desire with each passing moment. She let each of these strangers unload onto her, swallowing any drop of seed that landed in her mouth or on her tongue, hungrily licking at her face to get more of the sweet, life-giving nectar that she so craved. She was splattered with jizz over and over as it stained her black dress, coated her face and got caught up in her hair. She was a filthy, cum loving whore and she wore each load like a badge of honor, a sign of a job well done. She came more times than she could count, each orgasm pushing her deeper and deeper into her depravity and with time, the couple of minutes between each new cock became frustrating, rather than a welcome reprieve as she waited anxiously like a junkie **** for their next fix.

Time had lost all meaning by the time the queue of men waiting on the other side of the wall had all been satisfied and as she rocked back and forth on her knees, hoping for more, she heard the door open behind her, the masked man who had initially greeted her stepping inside. “Good job,” he said calmly, “that’s it for today, we’ll be in touch. You can go now.” The way he spoke to her was robotic and unfeeling, adding to the sensation of being used, nothing more than a piece of meat that had now fulfilled her usefulness and was being discarded, but as she stood up and put on her heels, cum dripping from the hem of her dress and onto the ground, shiny streaks of dry arousal coating her thighs, she realized that she was now hopelessly addicted. She would be back again, that was for certain.

The man walked alongside her as she made her way back down the hallway and towards the large metal door through which she had entered. Pulling out a remote control, he pressed a button making the shutters rise, blinding her as the late afternoon sunshine poured into the room, her car sitting exactly where she had left it, but now surrounded by tire tracks of various other vehicles, presumably belonging to the men that had congregated to try out the newest gloryhole participant. Staggering into the daylight, the door closed behind her as she walked in a haze to her vehicle, pulling out her keys from where they had been safely concealed inside her bra and getting into the car. A bag on the passenger seat contained wet wipes, a change of clothes, a hairbrush and perfume so that she could clean up before traveling home, but as she sat there, the taste of cum on her lips, the sensation of it slowly drying on her skin, she realized she didn’t want to be clean. She wanted to wallow in this filth and depravity for as long as she could and so she turned on the engine, disengaged the handbrake and pulled away from the building where her life had been changed forever, making her journey home and back to her normal life.

Two men stood watching her leave on a screen via the CCTV camera, each wearing masks to conceal their identities, turning to each other once her car had driven out of view. “You were right, I had my reservations, but she really did a good job.”

“Yeah, I’ll email her tomorrow about her next visit, I have a feeling she’ll be eager to come back,” the other man answered before turning back to the camera as a white estate car trundled into the yard. “Ah, here’s our next girl, go down and greet her, would you?” he asked as they smiled at each other, glancing at a second screen which showed a roomful of expectant men, waiting to be delivered their next plaything.