Andrea had been looking at the listing for a while now. It was for a simple matter, a promise of pleasure and of freedom of responsibility through anonymity that one could expect from such a listing: a gloryhole located not far from her home. Andrea looked at the glass of wine she had been nursing through the evening as she regarded the advertisement made on Craigslist before taking a large gulp. She had been neglected for a while by her husband, who sat in the living room opposite of her, oblivious to her wandering mind and heart. He hadn't touched her in months, content in his viewership of pornography and his own hand. It wasn't for lack of trying or appeal on her part. At 38 years old, she was still quite the looker: thin waist adorned with the very faint stretch marks from her carrying children many years ago, full hips that accented an ass that got plenty of looks when she was out, a busty chest with large areola and small nipples that were the product of her breastfeeding years.
Her children had grown and moved out, so what should have been open season for her husband to fuck her anywhere and anytime within their home turned out to be a cause of desperation for her. Her toys had long ago begun to not satisfy her need for a live cock thrusting into her. However, her husband's election to the city counsel meant she was now under scrutiny in the local community, so the very thought of an af- fair and the damage it could do to her lifestyle kept her from seriously pursuing a paramour. That was until a friend of hers online mentioned the idea of a gloryhole. After some light reading on the web and some furious masturbation to some very graphic stories, she got as close to an orgasm as she had in a while, but it still eluded her.
Then earlier, while her husband watched some young thing get fucked, she was perusing the ads and found this one that now held her attention. She looked at the address and then at her husband, who was stroking his cock across from her, yet unable to get it up for her any more. Anger twitched within her and after another long swig of wine, she made a very real choice.
"Fuck him, I'm doing this," she thought as she committed the address to memory. She closed the ad and got up, her thighs already moistening from her over needy pussy drooling in desire. If her useless husband had paid any attention to her, he would have smelled her juicy pussy walking past him. Sadly, he didn't give her any thought as she slipped out the front door and entered her car.
The drive over to the gas station was spent in silence. No music or talk show. Just the patter of rain drops and the sound of her wipers clearing the windshield as she drove. As she got to the gas station, she initially drove past, slowing just enough to see if there was any evidence of video recording. The object of her desire was said to be in the female side of the restroom, which was beside the men's restroom. After her initial recon, she discovered no cameras were watching either entrance and so she circled back. She parked at the book store next door and walked quickly to the restroom. She tried the handle and it opened the door unexpectedly. She was scared that it was probably locked and she'd have to go inside to get the key, which would expose her to some surveillance equipment for sure and could lead back to her husband finding out somehow.
Entering, she closed and locked the door before flipping on the light switch. It illuminated an otherwise empty room with a single toilet, wash basin and paper dispenser, mounted to plywood surface that she quickly realized was serving as a partition between the two restrooms. Following the advice in the ad, she walked over and pulled up on the dispenser and it came free in her hands, exposing the hole. She placed it to the side and began to examine the structure, realizing that there were two flaps above the main open hole that were hinged. She cocked her head, curious as to what those were for as she stripped her tank top off, exposing her generous tits, with her skirt coming off as she sat on the toilet, ignoring the potential for any grime on it. She began to rub her pussy, which was aching and dripping in her need, but despite the scenario, she wasn't able to make herself cum. Her moans grew, but no release followed. Suddenly, she heard a noise come from the other side.
Startled, she jumped back and nearly tripped before she caught herself, the wine now taking full effect on her small frame. Her attention went back to the hole, realizing the light was now on from the other side and a shadow took over. Her mouth dropped as she saw the cock first push through and present itself to her. She smirked and walked forward to it as it continued to pass through until it stopped, somewhat flaccid still but meaty and growing as blood rushed to the organ. Her pussy throbbed in response to the sight of such a magnificent organ. As she got closer, she realized that it was black.
She initially recoiled, her internal prejudice taking over momentarily. She couldn't fuck a black dick. What if word somehow got out that not only had she cheated on her husband, but with someone of a dark-skinned race? Her thoughts raced, but the throbbing within her pussy intensified. It overrode her thoughts as the organ drew her in closer. Her hand reached out and she carefully wrapped her fingers around the appendage as it jerked in her hand as if it had a life of its own. Her thumb carefully rubbed beneath the crown of the head, eliciting a moan from beyond the wall. She smiled and shed her remaining clothes, withdrawing a condom she luckily had the foresight to bring along. Without birth control, there was no chance any cock, let alone a black one was going inside her bare. Holding it in her hand, she proceeded to open it and tossed the package to the side, bringing it up to the organ before her.
As she attempted to slide it over the head, it proceeded no further. It was far too large than the protection her husband fit so easily. She moaned, her pussy aching harder as she desperately tried to slide it down the crest of the thick head. It didn't yield to the latex barrier, which saw Andrea trying to force it harder before it finally tore. Frustrated, she tossed it to the side. Grabbing the cock, she jerked it again, much to the ire of its owner on the other side. "Lady, you aint going to just jerk me are ya? I came for some pussy."
"I can't. I'm not on birth control and this is a dangerous time for me," Andrea purred in lust yet desperation.
"Shit, I'll pull out," responded the phallus' owner, which was accented by a visible twitch of the cock in her hand.
Andrea considered his words for a moment, the aching from within her becoming almost painful. Her lust and hunger needed to be satisfied. She pondered if she could trust the man to do the right thing, to keep her from becoming a mother again let alone with a mixed child. But the urge to fuck and the inhibitions of the wine won over. "You promise," she meekly asked.
"Oh yeah baby. I do it all the time." She paused, wondering if he was clean since this seemed to be a regular thing, but the organ in her hand continued to throb and her mind was made up. This organ was going inside her right now.
She turned around and pressed her ass to the wall, the now fully engorged cock between her legs. She reached back, taking it and lining it up with her obscenely wet pussy. She leaned backward, pushing her pussy lips to the tip, the heat from the dark rod making her pussy involuntarily quiver. As the spasms died down, she pushed back harder, her wet, pink labia easily yielding to the thick mushroom head as it parted her outer lips and now pressed to her much pinker vulva. Her very wet lips spread apart as the organ's tip nosed in between them, the pressure from his size mounting until at last, the head finally popped within her and swelled further in response as it began to push further inside her.
Her pussy exploded in sensations, her clitoral hood dragging on the underside of the cock's crown, her clitoris being stimulated the entire way. She moaned like a bitch in heat. Her hands fell to the toilet in front of her, as she continued to push back against the large member invading her as no cock other than her husband's had. Her clitoris slowly and wonderfully slid down every inch until she got to the wall. She figured she'd bottom out before then, but as her ass came to a stop, she began to pump her hips up and down as the cock flexed inside her. She looked back between her legs, seeing the dark meat disappearing inside her pink hole as it suddenly began to slide out of her and back in as she pumped. She squealed in delight, fucking hard onto the invading member. She knew there were risks with precum and pregnancy, but her animal brain had taken over her actions, as the fire within her was so close to be extinguished at last. It had been months since she had been fucked, but years since she felt like this, taken with lust and passion.
Her thrusts back onto the cock became harder, her panting and moaning becoming more frequent as her orgasm loomed. She felt the cock inside her grow even harder, the stimulation of their wet coupling pushing her unseen lover closer to his own release. She suddenly felt two hands reach beneath her and grab her tits. Looking back, she realized the hinged holes' purpose and the hands held her bouncing tits as she fucked harder and harder, fingers rolling and pinching her nipples. Her lover suddenly groaned and Andrea knew her lover was losing the battle.
