Glory Hole 42

She was anxious and alone, stuck in a room with no windows and only one door. She had no idea why she was even there. In a million years she would never have imagined herself where she was. But that's where she was and now there was nothing she could do about it.

The room didn't suit her. Not in the least. She fancied herself a good girl. Prim and proper. Smart. Respectable. This wasn't a place for her. For the other girls maybe, but definitely not for her.

She'd only gone to the bachelorette party as a favor to her friend. It wasn't her thing at all. The drinking and strippers and all that went along with it, she was above that.

But dinner and then drinks had somehow brought them all here. The place seemed so seedy. Men prancing all around half dressed, men that were paid to be there, to entertain them. The sight and sound and smell of sex was all around them.

She'd never been to a place like this. She had no idea they even existed. Now she was caught up in it all. At first she didn't want to look. She kept her head down and her eyes to herself. But soon she couldn't help it. Curiosity got the better of her.

She watched the other women flirt with the men. The men with their tanned and toned bodies, their clean shaven chests, strong arms and square jaws, and their thick hard bulges concealed by nothing more than a g-string.

She felt the warmth between her legs. She felt her stomach tighten and her pussy tingle. She wanted to touch. She wanted to feel their big hard cocks with her own hands. The other girls did.

She was too scared. She was too respectable. She wasn't a slut like all those other girls. She told herself she didn't even like men like that, still she was curious.

She thought about her boyfriend, and how his body, how his cock was nothing like that. He was all she had seen. He was all she had been with. And now there was this all right in front of her.

She imagined what it would be like to feel a hard cock, to squeeze it through a g-string. To feel its size, its hardness. Her skin tingled at the thought.

The other girls cheered her on when a man started to dance for her. His bulge inches from her grasp. They wanted her to take it, to touch him, to touch his body.

She wasn't a slut she thought. She was a good girl. She was respectable. The other girls knew that. That's why they cheered.

The party went on with more dancing, more drinking, more staring. Still she wouldn't touch. She wouldn't even really look. No matter how much her pussy ached, no matter how much her body tingled.

Soon they made a game of it. She refused but they said she had to play. They spun the bottle and when it stopped it pointed at her. All the women cheered. She protested but there was nothing she could do.

So it was that she found herself anxious and alone, trapped in a room with nothing but a closed door behind her and a small hole in the wall in front of her.

As she sat and waited a million thoughts went through her head. She thought of her boyfriend, and what he would think. She tried to think of a way out, of somehow pretending, and just walking out with a smile on her face. She wanted to leave, but knew that she couldn't.

In those moments a million thoughts flashed through her head. She was a good girl she told herself over and over. Still as she sat there alone and scared, she couldn't help but think of the men in the other room, and how they had made her feel, and how badly she wanted to look even though she knew she couldn't.

She fought all the urges, she tried to purge her mind, but still the dirty thoughts overwhelmed her pure, pristine mind.

Her body was shaking when she first saw it slide slowly through the hole. Veins bulged along its entire length. It was so hard it seemed to throb.

She'd never seen anything like it. It seemed so big, so thick. She stared as her mind was overcome.

Before she'd always thought it was the man behind the cock that really mattered, but that was before she'd seen anything like this. None of that seem to matter now. All that did was the beautiful cock before her.

She couldn't help but wrap both hands around it. The skin seemed so smooth and so supple, yet the cock itself was rock hard. Back and forth she stroked it, her hands trembling as she did. In that moment, she forgot about everything but the cock right in front of her.

She stared at her hands holding it, reveling in the touch, the sight of it all. It made her feel so feminine and so sexy to touch it, to feel it, to hold it in her hands.

The feeling of power washed over her. She felt in complete control. It was as if the hard cock in her hands no longer belonged to the man behind the wall, but it was now hers and hers alone.

She felt the body arch and the cock strain for her touch. She felt the blood pulsating through it, throbbing between her fingers.

She studied the cock as she held it, slowly running her fingers around its bulging veins, down around the tip, and back along the underside. Her hands seemed so small in its presence, as if her hands alone would not be enough to tame it.

She felt her wetness grow and her pussy ache. She imagined the cock inside her, filling her, stretching her, the tightness of her pussy wrapped around it.

As she stroked it gingerly, she longed for it in her mouth. Her tongue fell back in her throat as she imagined the thought.

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, wanting nothing more at that moment the feeling of her lips wrapped around the hardness. She felt her mouth stretch as the tip slipped in. The feeling consumed her. Her mouth stretched further as the hard shaft started to slip deeper in.

She felt the warmth and the wetness of her mouth wrap around the cock. She savored the sensation, feeling it throbbing on her lips. Her mouth felt stretched and tight, but she welcomed the feeling. She welcomed it all in her mouth.

For the first time she felt like a slut, but she didn't care. She just wanted more. More of the cock, more of the way it made her feel, more of it in her mouth. She wanted more of everything.

For a brief instant she imagined her friends outside and wondered what they would think. She felt reckless and out of control. But it didn't matter. The cock was all she wanted.

Up and down her lips slid around it. She took it as deep into her mouth as her body would allow, each time going a bit deeper than she had before.

She grew more excited with each stroke. Her heart racing and her mind overwhelmed. She heard whimpering behind the wall as the cock grew even harder in her mouth.

As virile as the cock seemed, as big as it felt in her mouth, nothing made her feel more powerful than the whimpering. She opened her eyes with a feeling of complete and total power. Whatever man was behind that wall, he was now totally and completely hers.

To her the whimpering sounded like a puppy, begging for a treat. She liked having that power, hearing that sound, knowing she was the cause. Her alone deciding if the puppy deserved a treat. She lingered for a bit as the whimpering continued, the cock begging for release.

She slowed down for a bit, teasing, drawing the agony out. She wanted him to suffer and to long for something more, knowing that she was the only one able to give it to him.

Her mouth slid off the cock completely. She stared at it peeking through the hole in all its glory, slick from her mouth, the veins throbbing, aching for her touch. In the moment that she paused, she never wanted it more.

Finally the spell was broken by a sound from behind the wall.

"Pleaassseee..." was all she heard.

With that she wrapped her lips around it one more time, knowing it was completely and utterly hers.