Glory Hole (1)
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I needed a moment to collect my thoughts and emotions as my swollen p***y begged me to cheat on my husband.
As I got closer to the wall, I realized it was not a simple wall. There was a glory hole in this beautiful room.
I was invited to a s*x party and Whoever had set this party up had set up a glory hole that fit the extravagance of the scene instead of the typical filth that was reminiscent of the classic bathroom glory hole.
There was a respectably sized hole, lightly padded on all sides, and on the
side away from the party, there was a bench to make the receiver more comfortable. It had cushions and an area for your knees and arms so you could be in doggy style.
You could put your p***y or ass right up to the hole so that you could last for hours without ever having to stand.
The thought of being filled with c**k after c**k had me a little weak at the knees. I had always fantasized about having man after man c*m deep inside me. I wondered how it worked. Did someone just get on the bench
and wait? How long would they have to wait?
I wondered if it was really as comfortable as it looked. It would have to be miserable to be positioned like that for very long without any attention, without having some part of
me filled.
I suppose that’s where I made the biggest mistake of all. I had decided that
I really wanted to see if that bench would be comfortable.
Maybe I’m kidding myself, and I really just wanted to be used by a faceless stranger,
but as I nervously walked towards it, I decided that it couldn’t hurt.
No one was around so it wasn’t like anybody would mount me. As I lifted my leg to straddle this strange device and gently fit my arms on the armrests, my heart sank.
Out of nowhere, a red flashing light went off right on top of the glory hole wall, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, a buzzer
sounded. I didn’t know what to do as the noise paralyzed me in surprise.
I didn’t want to jump up for fear that somebody might see me, that someone
would think I wanted to be used like this.
After only a few seconds, the surprise and confusion left me as something else filled me.
My p***y lips were being slowly opened up and warmth flowed from my
pussy up into my body.
It was definitely a c**k pushing itself slowly and deeply into my cunt. Could this really be happening? Within just a few moments, I’d gone from being a good wife to a cheating slut. I wasn’t sure if I really cared, though.
My life had been a desperate need to be noticed by a man that had hated me for so long. That the idea of being wanted by a
stranger felt like an ecstatic dream, and I wasn’t going to let this dream end already.
The man’s testing thrust sped up, and the feeling of his hard c**k slamming into me forced the thoughts of cheating out of my mind.
I had forgotten the feeling of just enjoying a good hard f*****g, and this stranger was
reawakening the desire for carefree s*x.
All of the stress and concerns of my marriage were gone, and the only desire I had was to make this c**k give me all the pleasure that I could milk out of it. I ground my ass against the wall, smearing my juices all over the
padding while I forced the c**k deeper in me.
My hand reached back as I began to furiously to rub my clit while the man on the other side of the wall continued to fill me with pleasure. The warmth that had started in my p***y had encompassed my entire body, and I sprayed my juices at the man who had purged my worries as I gushed all over him, the wall, and the bench below me.
As my cunt tried to desperately push his c**k out of me with my c*m, the man on the other
side let out a deep earthy moan as he took his turn spraying the back of my p***y with his c*m. It felt amazing. I was using this c**k and he was using my p***y, my poor deprived p***y.
Just as I was about to get down, I felt a hand reach through the hole to run
its two long red-nailed fingers in circular motions around my soaked cunt.
My p***y begged me to stay put as my extra-sensitive body began to jerk with every touch. I tried my best to calm down as my knees shook. I was very thankful for the special f**k stool that was holding my body in place as this woman’s beautiful hands continue to rub in and out, and out all
around my clit.
My already drenched p***y started to squirt, not as much as on the hard c**k that had pounded me, but enough to cover her hand. I
heard a polite thank you, and I then her heels clicking as she walked away.
A new c**k peeked through, and though my mind was so foggy that I could barely see, I wanted it. Gushing once and squirting afterward had me practically blinded, but this c**k wasn’t trying to enter me. It was simply
being rubbed all around my cunt and my ass.
I turned to look at the prick that was dripping my juices, my face only inches away from it. It was a fine specimen of manhood, about 6 inches long with a nice thickness to it. I
decided that I wanted to take it in my mouth. I had already been f****d silly, so why not enjoy myself?
I started to lick the head, slowly wrapping my tongue around the shaft as I slowly worked my way down to his neatly trimmed pubes.
The man was shaking and I could tell he’d definitely used this c**k tonight. It thrilled my
body as my thoughts unraveled and my tongue caressed the soft skin of the
cock in my mouth.
Has he been in someone’s ass? Has he been in another man’s ass? Has he already made some woman orgasm with this beautiful
tool tonight?
I was sure that some or even all of that had already happened, and my body was going crazy at the thought of how dirty I was being. I took him deeper and deeper into my throat, making sure to gently caress his balls. I
massaged them tenderly as I continuously tried to swallow his organ.
It wasn’t very long before I heard the subtle groans getting louder and louder
as he quickly pumped his prick faster and faster until he gave me his sweet
satisfaction.
As we gently pulled apart from one another, I got off of the bench as fast as
possible.
As exhausted as I was, I slowly worked myself over to what looked like a simple massage table. I barely noticed all of the naked bodies tangled up in ecstasy as though no one else was tired in the least.
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