Jen’s Secret Gloryhole Surrender
The bass thumped through Jen’s body, resonating from the nightclub’s walls as she swayed her hips to the rhythm. Her black, silky stockings clung to her thighs, and the stiletto heels clicked against the concrete as she made her way out of the pulsating crowd. The air outside was cooler, a refreshing contrast to the heat inside, but it did little to quell her growing need to relieve herself.
Jen adjusted her short, tight dress, ensuring her chastity cage was still secure beneath the lace panties. She checked her makeup in the reflection of a store window—a flawless mask of smoky eyes and glossy lips—before heading towards the dimly lit alley nearby. The public toilet was an unappealing option, but her urgency overruled any.
Pushing open the heavy door, Jen stepped into the stale, musty air of the restroom. The flickering lights cast eerie shadows on the cracked tiles, and the faint sound of dripping water echoed off the walls. She chose a stall at the end, its door slightly ajar, revealing a sliver of darkness within. As she entered, her eyes adjusted to the dimness, and then she saw it—a hole, roughly cut into the partition between stalls, crudely patched with layers of tape. A gloryhole.
Jen paused, her heart racing as she leaned closer, inspecting the hole. It was larger than expected, big enough for… Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft thud against the metal wall. Startled, she backed away, only to hear another sound, this time more insistent. A shape began to emerge from the hole, thick and hard, pushing through the gap. A cock.
Her breath caught in her throat as she watched it slide through, pulsing with life. Without thinking, Jen reached out, her fingers trembling as they wrapped around the shaft. It was warm and smooth, the skin taut over the engorged veins. She glanced around, her senses heightened, adrenaline surging through her veins.
“What are you doing?” a voice whispered through the hole, deep and husky.
Jen swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Suck it,” the voice commanded, its tone leaving no room for refusal.
Jen hesitated, her hand still gripping the cock. The command sent a thrill down her spine, igniting a fire within her. Slowly, she knelt, her knees pressing against the cold floor, and leaned forward. Her lips parted, touching the tip of the cock, feeling the pre-cum slick against her tongue. She closed her eyes, taking it deeper, her head bobbing gently as she explored the length with her mouth.
“That’s it, take it all,” the voice encouraged, its tone now laced with desire.
Jen moaned softly, the sound muffled by the cock filling her mouth. She felt a surge of power, of control, as she sucked harder, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside. Her free hand moved to her own crotch, rubbing against the bulge of the dildo hidden beneath her panties, heightening her arousal.
“Enough with the mouth, let me see that ass,” the voice demanded, its impatience clear.
Jen pulled back, gasping for air, her cheeks flushed and wet with saliva. She stood, turning to face the hole, her hands shaking as she lifted her skirt, exposing her lace-trimmed panties. With a deep breath, she slid them down, revealing her bare, quivering ass.
“Spread ‘em,” the voice ordered, its excitement palpable.
Jen obeyed, her fingers hooking onto her cheeks, pulling them apart to reveal her tight, puckered hole. The cool air brushed against her exposed flesh, making her shiver.
“Fuck, you’re ready for it,” the voice groaned, and Jen felt the cock press against her entrance, nudging insistently.
She bit her lip, bracing herself as the head pushed inside, stretching her, filling her with a mix of pain and pleasure. Inch by inch, it slid deeper, until she felt the fullness, the intrusion, complete.
“Oh god,” she whimpered, her body tense as she adjusted to the intrusion.
“Relax, let me in,” the voice coaxed, and Jen took a deep breath, forcing her muscles to yield.
The cock began to move, slowly at first, then picking up speed, thrusting in and out of her ass. Jen leaned forward, her hands gripping the edges of the stall, her body rocking in sync with each thrust. The pleasure built, wave after wave, crashing over her as she surrendered to the rhythm.
“Yeah, take it like a good sissy,” the voice taunted, spurring her on.
Jen cried out, her voice echoing off the tiled walls, her orgasm building, threatening to consume her. She could feel the cock throbbing inside her, sliding in and out bare, the pressure mounting, nearing its peak.
“Cum for me,” the voice growled, and with a final, powerful thrust, the cock exploded, filling her ass with hot, sticky cum.
Jen collapsed against the stall, gasping, her body shuddering with the aftershocks of her climax. The cock withdrew, leaving her empty, yet fulfilled. Cum dripping down from her ass to the inside of her left leg. She heard the sounds of footsteps retreating, fading into silence.
Wiping the sweat from her brow, Jen pulled up her panties, smoothing her dress down. She lingered for a moment, her mind reeling from the encounter, before stepping out of the stall. The bathroom was silent, deserted, as if nothing had happened. She straightened her shoulders, adjusting her wig, and walked out into the night, her secret safe with the shadows.
