Jennifer's Glory

Jennifer walked stiff-legged up to the door of the "club". She was visibly shaking and her heart was racing. She felt waves of lightheadedness and nausea pass over her and she stopped to steady herself.

"I shouldn't be here." Jennifer thought. What would people say if they found out? Her deep brown eyes were covered by dark sunglasses even though it was after dark. She could hear the subdued beat of the club music through the door and she wavered again. She could always just dance for a bit and then go home. The thought gave Jennifer comfort and renewed her resolve. She pushed open the swinging door and stepped into the dimly lit lobby.

Through the glass doors ahead she could see the strobes and lights of the dance floor and the undulation movement of bodies in silhouette. She pressed herself into the inner door; letting her weight open it, since her will would not. The music swelled through the crack as the door widened and she stepped out onto the upper level of the dance floor. A small set of stairs led down to the DJ and the area she was in was studded with cafe tables.

A few couples, were sitting at them enjoying drinks or attempting conversation, which was near impossible over the deafening music. Jennifer turned and walked unsteadily down a narrow hallway to a wooden door with a placard on it depicting a a stick figure on its knees; it's bubble head was buried in the crotch of another stick figure that was standing. "Subtle." Jennifer mused to herself. She hesitated one last time as she reached for the door. She took a deep breath, held it and strode purposefully through the door.

A towering guard in a bird masquerade mask looked her up and down before smiling politely.

"Good evening, ma'am." the bouncer said calmly.

His voice was a low bass rumble. Jennifer was frozen in fear, her confidence suddenly drained. Her knees buckled and shook like a leaf.

"Are you quite alright ma'am? Do you need to have a seat?" The man asked genuinely.

She shook her head no and straightened up, her voice failing her.

"Would you like a face covering for entering and leaving so the men do not see your face?" The guard unclasped his hands and gestured to a small bin of masquerade masks like his own.

Jennifer considered for a moment and then shook her head no again. She brashly removed her sunglasses and stuffed them into her purse. "Let them...let them see my face." she stuttered. Her faced flushed with animalistic arousal at the thought. The hulking man grinned broadly revealing his perfectly straight white teeth, which seemed so bright in the gloom.

"As you wish, ma'am!" The guard announced. "If you are Amelia, you are in box 5. If you are Jennifer, you are in box 3. If you are Jean, box 7. If you are none of these, please tell me your first name only and I will see if have an unscheduled box for you."

Jennifer's chest tightened at hearing her name. She opened and closed her mouth, gulping for air. This was it, the true point of no return.

"I am Jennifer." she whispered.

"Excellent." He replied quickly, "Follow me."

He pivoted on his heel and began to stride purposefully down a long narrow hallway, with doors along the left hand side. She followed him meekly, trying to keep his pace. "Here is your box, ma'am," he stated, simply. Then with another cattish grin he added, "Enjoy." He handed her a slip of paper the size of a note card, pivoted again, and strode to the front just as quickly as he brought her.

Jennifer was less nervous now that she was alone. She opened the door and looked inside. It was literally a box. The inside was three feet square and the walls were mirrored. On the wall opposite the door was a hole, about three inches across and covered with a finned rubber grommet. She pressed on the fins and saw only darkness on the far side.

Jennifer released the grommet and looked above it at a small rectangle of lights arranged in three by two rectangle. Below the lights were three button with symbols next to them. The top was a thumbs up. The middle was an open mouth with sound vibrations emanating from it and the bottom was a picture of a security camera.

Jennifer set down her purse and looked at the slip of paper she had been given. On the front was a description of the lights and the buttons. The top was indicate she was ready to "receive" gentlemen. The middle would allow her to speak to them and for them to hear her and the bottom would activate a camera that would allow them to see her inside the box.

The left side of the lights was for her suitor to make requests and the right side was for her to indicate her acceptance. The instructions told her she need only activate the first light to alert the patrons that she was ready. All other features were optional and she could shut off any light at any time. On the reverse of the card was a final instruction regarding the red cord that hung down by her shoulder. It was an emergency cord that would immediately alert the staff that she needed assistance and would alert her current gentleman that the session was over.

The card explained that there was no penalty for accidental pulls and absolutely no need to explain the reason for pulling it. The final message on the card was for her to have fun and make sure she satisfied herself.

Jennifer knelt and put the note into her purse. Then she sat on the floor for a minute. She stood back up and considered herself in the mirrored walls. She was chubby, she never lost the baby weight from 2 kids. She took off her shirt and massaged her stretch marks. She reached up and cupped her large breasts. Unhooking her bra, she released them and eyed them as she turned in mirrors.

Her 40DDD breasts hung pendulously and her large areolas dominated their tips. These too had swollen to their current size after childbirth. Her nipples, achingly hard, were large as well. She pinched them absently. She slid her hands down and unbuttoned her jean shorts, then wiggled her ample hips out of them, letting them pool on the floor around her feet. She hooked her thumbs under her panties with purpose, then hesitated. She wasn't quite ready to cross that line, yet, she thought.

She stepped out of her shorts and pushed them into the corner with her strapped black heels and admired her thighs. She raised her leg and ran her hands down the inside and outside, scraping her fingernails along as she did. She breathed and turned back to the controls, filled with desire. She pressed the top button and waited.

Almost immediately she heard a sound, a door opening on the other side of the grommet. She heard a muffled cough and nothing for a few agonizing seconds. The first light on the left hand side came on. More tortuous seconds passed.

Then with a suddenness that surprised her, the fins of the divider bowed inward and a cock pressed through into her box. She recoiled back and stared it. It had a thin straight shaft but the mushroom head was enormous. She reached up and bit her finger, her stomach doing flip flops. The cock twitched and pulsed in anticipation.

Jennifer's breath was ragged as she reached forward and encircled the cock with her fingers. It bounced in appreciation of her ministrations. She leaned forward and engulfed the cockhead with her wet, full lips. She flicked her tongue along the underside of his manhood. Then she pulled the head out of her mouth, making an audible popping sound as she did so.

The second light on the panel came on, indicating that her caller wanted to hear her and speak with her. She hesitated only momentarily before hitting her side of the connection and activating the intercom. A heavy indian accent came through the speakers.

"please keep sucking ma'am!" the man pleaded.

Her pupils grew wide and she dove onto his member with reckless abandon. With one hand she reached down and stroked her rock hard clit. With the other, she stroked the man's shaft with equal fervor. She moaned unintentionally, the sound muffled by the thick cock filling her mouth.

"Oh, god," he replied to her sounds.

Suddenly his cock began spasming in her mouth. She clamped her lips down hard, determined to eat his load. The first shot hit her in the back of the throat so hard it caused her to gag reflexively. She coughed, sputtering cum and spit onto the mirror in front of her. The next blast struck her on the cheek. Meanwhile, she experienced her own orgasm as her fingers rubbed her clit raw through the sheer fabric of her panties.

She squirted violently. Rivulets of girl-cum ran down her thighs and butt and dripped onto the floor. The man she was sucking shot one more small dribble of cum and then he was finished.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." He repeated into the speaker.

The gentleman removed himself from the hole and the lights on the panel went out.

Jennifer fell back onto her heavy bottom and leaned her head back against the cold door. She couldn't believe how exhilarated she felt sucking the cock of someone whose face she never even saw. She was overcome with the urge suck another cock. She shakily slapped at the top button and saw the light come on, indicating to her suitors that she was ready again.

She waited a few seconds before the flap in the wall pressed inward and the longest, thickest cock she'd ever seen pushed through. It was smooth and uncircumcised and hung heavily, curving down under its own immense weight. It gently tapered from the purple head, to a monstrous middle and then thinned back out toward the base, where she saw a few blonde pubic hairs poked through the divider.

A dollop of precum clung to the underside of his head. Jennifer rocked forward and licked the salty drop from the tip causing the mammoth member to rise expectantly until it was almost level with her face.

Jennifer licked her top lip in anticipation and then slid her tongue in circles around the head of his cock. It rose further and grew stiff, gaining a slight upward curve. Veins became visible along on the length and it grew wider until she feared she wouldn't be able to take it all in her mouth.

Jennifer ran the point of her tongue along the underside one more time and then, upon reaching the tip engulfed as much of huge shaft as she could. She bobbed vigorously along the first half of his cock and wrapped her fist around the base. She could not even reach her thumb with her lips. Jennifer took a deep breath and opened her throat. She felt the first inches slide past the back of her mouth into her gaping throat. Her tongue touched her thumb and she felt her gag reflex. Instinctively, she pulled back, coughing and sputtering. Then she took another deep breath and slid the fat shaft down her throat again.

This time her lips touched the ring of her thumb and forefinger. She felt his cock harden and pulse. Impossibly, it grew even thicker and she felt it begin spraying cum down her open esophagus. Her own orgasm because a continuous high as she imagined herself impaled on this massive cock, it filling her belly with seed over and over again. The thought of being completely trapped on it caused her eyes to roll and back her body to shake with a never-ending climax.

The cock pulled away, glistening with her spit. Jennifer fell back on her heavy bottom again and tried to catch her breath.

Jennifer felt herself coming down from the orgasm and wondered idly how long she had been here. She felt a twinge of fear that she had been gone to long and suddenly wanted to leave. She collected her purse and tried to put her clothes back on. Her shaking made it difficult to pull the tight jeans over her ample hips. She fastidiously adjusted herself and then opened the door and quickly strode toward the front of the club. The enormous bouncer nodded at her and grinned his grin as she flew past him toward the music and dance floor.

Jennifer slumped into the driver seat of her car. She turned on the engine and looked at the clock. She'd only been inside for an hour. She straightened her hair in the fold down mirror checked her clothes again. She sighed nervously and then backed out of the parking lot and starting driving home.