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I had a feeling that Jay was into this sort of thing. Curiosity got the better of me one night, and yeah… I snooped through his computer. I know you shouldn’t dig through your boyfriend’s stuff, but I wasn’t looking for proof of cheating—well, maybe a little. But checking his porn history was the main motivator… I just did a little snooping after.
And what did I find?
At first the usual stuff. Big boobs, tits, which wasn’t exactly a surprise. Jay was a boob guy, and I was a 32G, so… yeah.
Then I found what I’d been suspecting—hotwife, cuckold, sharing.
The one search that grabbed me the most was gloryholes. They showed up a lot, usually tagged right alongside hotwife.
It all lingered in the back of my mind for weeks, maybe months, until one night after the bar I decided to test the waters. My filter always slipped a bit when I’d been drinking, and I was still buzzing when the words flew out.
“I was watching porn the other day,” I said, trying to sound casual, “and I found those gloryhole ones… kind of interesting.”
That came out so random and Jay didn’t answer at first.
“Yeah,” he said. “That’s pretty hot.”
Mhm. He was being a little cagey about it. I’d have to press.
“I’d do one of those,” I said with a shrug. “If I were single.”
Jay swallowed, keeping his eyes on the road. “Would you do one now—if I said it was okay?”
I hesitated, pretending to be shy about it. “Sure.”
“There’s a place nearby,” Jay said, and I froze. “Do you want to stop at it before we go home?”
Oh. I hadn’t expected him to actually want to do it right away.
Not that I was going to say no.
We’d been together since high school, and now—at twenty-three—I’d never been with another man. But I’d be lying if I said the idea hadn’t crossed my mind. More than once. And if Jay was giving me permission… then maybe I was going to take it.
Giving another shrug I looked over at him. “Sure. Might as well have fun since I’m all dressed up.”
I’d gotten sexy for him tonight—a short black dress with a deep V that needed boob tape just to keep everything in place. My breasts were firm enough that people constantly assumed they were fake, given the size and how perky they stayed.
Truly blessed.
And yeah, my back ached sometimes—but I’d be lying if I said I ever seriously considered getting a reduction. Maybe if they started sagging later in life, sure.
No underwear, of course. That was his favorite part whenever we went out—knowing I was bare underneath. I was probably dressed a little inappropriately, but they didn’t kick us out of the restaurant, so… whatever.
He drove in silence, but it was obvious his mind was racing. The city lights thinned into darker stretches of road, buildings giving way to shadow, until a flickering sign appeared ahead. The type of place you’d miss entirely if you weren’t already looking for it.
It wasn’t exactly what I’d pictured. The lot was cracked and uneven, half-swallowed by weeds. A neon outline of a busty woman flickered weakly above the entrance, one leg of the figure dark, like it had burned out years ago. The windows were so dark they didn’t reflect anything at all—made me wonder if they were even glass or just painted black.
Jay pulled into the lot and parked, leaving his hand on the wheel.
He stared straight ahead, the pinkish-red glow from the sign bleeding across the hood like a warning. “Ready?” he asked.
My head turned slowly. “You knew where to go, huh? Didn’t even need directions.”
“Well, I stumbled across it online,” he said like he’d practiced the line.
“I bet,” I mumbled, pushing the door open and stepping out. The night air was cool enough to raise goosebumps, but not cold enough for a jacket.
He followed behind as I tugged my dress back down, the fabric riding up with every step. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.” I motioned toward the door, where graffiti curled up the frame like ivy.
Jay led the way, and my heart was pounding like it was trying to make a run for it. I kept my expression flat, trying to look bored, but inside I wanted to turn around and dive straight back into the car. That wasn’t an option now.
He pulled the door open, and a tired chime jingled from somewhere overhead. For a moment it felt like we were stepping out of one world and into another.
The smell inside was warm, stale, carrying traces of latex, plastic wrap, and cheap citrus spray. Fluorescent lights hummed faintly above us, a few flickering like they were giving up. The floor had that faint, tacky stick underfoot. The question of why crossed my mind—but I figured it was better not to know.
This place was rough.
Mannequins in mismatched lingerie stood around the store, one missing a hand, another tilted at an odd angle. A slow ceiling fan turned in lazy circles, barely pushing the air around.
Jay was practically vibrating beside me, barely holding himself back from rushing ahead. And me? I was just horny enough that the nerves were starting to blur into something else. Sober Dani probably would’ve been grossed out by the place. But tipsy, haze-brained, horny me? She thought the whole sketchy vibe somehow made it hotter.
Somewhere deeper in the store, a mini fridge clicked on and hummed, the sound bouncing off the narrow aisles. And behind the counter, a man in a faded hoodie barely looked up from his phone, his reflection ghosting across the glass case filled with toys.
Jay led the way toward the back, and the three men in the store glanced over—quick, passing looks that lingered just a little too long. They traded silent glances, with no words needed to spell out exactly what they were thinking. One seemed close to my age, maybe early twenties. Another was probably late thirties. And the third? Easily in his fifties. They were all different races, too, which meant I’d probably be able to tell who was who…
Every step made me more aware of the sway in my hips, the way my dress clung to my thighs with each motion. I could practically feel their eyes fucking me. I let the fabric travel up just a little. By the time we reached the door in the back, I was probably flashing the bottom of my ass.
This dress was definitely tighter than I remembered; practically painted on at this point. I’d been working out my butt at the gym consistently for a few years, so that might’ve had an effect.
Or… my love for food.
Jay nudged the door open and entered first. The room was cramped—about the size of a walk-in closet—with black-painted walls and a single metal chair bolted to the floor.
A glowing screen flickered above the coin slot, already playing some grainy-looking porn that felt straight out of a vintage stash. Jay slid the lock into place as I stepped fully inside, surveying around the cramped, dim space.
On the left side of the booth was a hole—just wide enough for someone to fit their cock and maybe their balls through, depending on the size. The edges were lined with worn, faded rubber.
For someone who was usually chatty, Jay had gone quiet. His expression was like a kid on Christmas morning trying not to annoy his parents.
I heard the soft click of the other booth door.
“You okay?” Jay asked.
My throat felt tight. “I’m good,” I said finally, my voice lower than I expected.
He nodded, still looking a little nervous—Which was funny, considering I was the one about to put a stranger’s dick in my mouth.
The first cock that passed through the hole was thick—thick enough that there was no way his balls were making it through with him. His swollen head was a flushed pink, bordering on purple, with a web of raised veins running the length of the shaft.
It was… Impressive… and only the second I’d ever seen in person. At least two inches longer than Jay’s, and a lot thicker.
It had to belong to the older guy in his fifties. There was something dirty about the age gap, sure, but I’d already made it this far. A detail like that wasn’t about to stop me now.
I lowered myself to the cold cement floor—my knees were going to hurt later.
When I glanced back at Jay he was already rubbing himself over his jeans, completely locked in on every move I made.
Wow… I was really going to do this…
With a small exhale, I turned back and reached out, wrapping my fingers around him slowly. He was rock hard, precum already dripping from the tip.
For a guy his age, he got hard fast—considering there wasn’t much time between seeing me and his dick coming through the hole.
He twitched at the first touch, my hand giving him a few slow, dry strokes—gentle. I leaned in and let my lips brush against him, soft at first. Just a kiss.
My heart raced as I gave him a few nervous licks, testing. Salty… Not unpleasant.
I parted my lips and took him in, shallow at first, before sealing my mouth around his head. His scent was musky, earthy, and it only made me more turned on. My tongue flicked along the underside, tracing the ridge, drawing out a low groan that rumbled from the other side of the wall.
He didn’t move. Didn’t thrust. He just stood there, letting me set the pace.
I was getting that kind of horny—the one that ignores logic. This was filthy. Slutty. Borderline humiliating.
And none of that mattered.
I shifted my weight and slid my free hand between my thighs, fingertips slipping through my slick pussy lips.
God.
I was soaked. So much so, I wouldn’t have been surprised if it started dripping down my leg. I’d always gotten turned on easily, but this? This was another level entirely.
Slowly, I took him deeper—letting his shaft glide by my lips, across my tongue, until I felt the first pressure at the back of my throat. I paused there, careful not to gag, my eyes fluttering shut as my hand tightened around the base. Then I started to move, easing into a steady rhythm, sucking slow.
Behind me, I heard Jay shift, his voice breaking with arousal. “That… fuck. That’s so hot, babe.”
God, that did something to me.
Knowing he was watching.
Knowing this was his idea—or at least, he thought it was—and I was the one bringing it to life.
I pulled back, tongue dragging before sinking forward again.
The man on the other side let out a rougher sound now—strained, like he was fighting to keep still.
He was close.
I could feel it in the way his cock throbbed in my hand—the subtle tension in every twitch, every shaky breath he tried to stifle behind the wall.
My other hand reached up, wrapping both hands around him, stroking in a smooth, twisting rhythm while my mouth focused on the tip—lips tight, tongue swirling with every pass.
His moan tore out loud and sudden. He pulled back slightly before releasing into my mouth, his head throbbing in the limited space. It hit my tongue thick, coating, and my throat jerked in an accidental swallow, one gulp sliding down—but it wasn’t enough.
When he slipped free, more spilled past my lips, dripping down my chin before landing on my cleavage.
Holy fuck. That was a lot.
I looked back at Jay behind me to see his reaction. He was standing now, jeans sagging forward, cock and balls hanging out, stroking himself vigorously. Before I could say a word, he came, hitting me right in the forehead with the first shot. The second wave that followed, unfortunately, landed in my hair.
Cum ran down my face as I sat back on my heels. I brushed some of it off my brow, trying to keep it from dripping into my eyes. This was so not what I pictured happening after a couple drinks at the bar—like, 150% off-script.
I stood up gingerly and turned to face him. “Give me your shirt. I need to wipe my face.”
To my surprise, he yanked it off almost immediately. Zero protest.
Dabbing lightly, I cleared away what threatened to irritate my eyes. I was definitely going to have to wash my hair.
The portion that had leaked onto my chest, I left alone.
Something nudged against my ass impatiently as I tossed the shirt into the corner of the small room. When I glanced back, I saw a darker-colored dick pressing against the fabric of my black dress. Had to be the Latino guy in his late thirties. Not as thick as the first, but definitely bigger than Jay’s.
No idea why that this was my first instinct, but it was. I hiked my dress up over my ass and gave him a little grind. His cock traveled along the curve of my ass—not quite between my cheeks, but tracing the path.
Jay immediately started stroking himself again, like he hadn’t just finished a dozen seconds ago. And that was all the encouragement I needed. I kept grinding, letting Jay watch every motion as he sank back into the chair.
“You like this?” I asked with a smile.
He gave a nod like he was holding his breath. “Yeah… you being such a—slut.”
That was the first time he’d ever called me that. Jay wasn’t the degrading type—not in bed, not even during the rare heated argument. Our relationship was solid. Healthier than most of my friends’. He’d never even called me a bitch, even when I probably deserved it. I could get a little wild when I was stressed.
Still smiling, I blew him a kiss, feeling precum starting to smear between my cheeks.
I wasn’t short, but not exactly tall either. Just the right height to bend forward slightly and feel his cock line up perfectly.
He pressed against me, sliding through my folds, but not inside. He did it again. And again. Wetting himself. Teasing the inevitable.
It felt like holding my breath, just waiting for the moment he gave in.
Then he pressed forward.
His head nudged against my entrance, meeting a moment of resistance before my body gave way, relaxing just enough to let him in.
A soft moan escaped as he worked deeper. I bit down on my lower lip, hands braced against my upper thighs. There hadn’t been much stimulation to my clit or pussy yet, but the pressure building between my legs was noticeable—making me even wetter, needier, and a little impatient with both him and my own body.
Jay’s hand slowed. Not because he didn’t like it, but because he was watching another man become the second person to ever fuck me. This was a dream fantasy for him and for better or worse, it was coming true.
Fuck, the stretch was real—but not enough to slow him down, and not enough to make me pull away.
Once he was fully inside me, he just held there, buried deep. I looked up, locking eyes with Jay as I tugged the deep V of my dress aside, letting my tits spill free. My hands ran over them, giving a firm squeeze before pinching my nipples, making them even harder than they already were.
That’s when the man started to move.
Slow thrusts at first, then quicker, each one sending a ripple through my body as my hips fell into rhythm with his. My eyes fluttered shut, breasts bouncing with every push, moans leaving from my lips without restraint. There was no point in being quiet now. Not with what I was letting happen.
Jay reached forward, cupping my big tits—his fingertips pressing into the softness, thumbs brushing over my nipples.
I smiled faintly, eyes still closed. “Oh fuck… this feels…” I breathed as the cock inside me picked up speed, “amazing.”
The pace was shifting—urgent now. Close.
And it didn’t take long.
His tempo stuttered, and I felt it—that sudden rush, the pulsing of his head deep within me. My pussy clenched around him instinctively, trying to hold onto every twitch, every throb as he came.
That’s when it hit me.
No condom.
The lust had taken over, blurring out the risk like it was never there. And now my ass was pressed against the hole, letting him sink as deep as possible while he emptied himself inside me.
When he pulled out, the cum followed, rushing out with him and dripping down my leg. I stood straight, one palm braced against the wall for balance. A wave of dizziness hit me… but I still hadn’t come.
Jay looked stunned, completely awe-struck.
I stepped—more like stumbled—toward him, and his fingers found their way between my thighs, gliding through the mess of cum. He rubbed me like he wanted to coat every inch of my pussy with it, like he needed to feel just how used I was. I hadn’t seen that look on his face since the first time I’d shown him my tits… and even then, it hadn’t been quite like this.
His fingers reached my clit in circling motions, and my head tilted back, eyes locked on the ceiling before they drifted closed.
“God… this is so fucking good,” I moaned.
“You’re not on birth control,” Jay said—fingering me now like it was a challenge, not a warning.
“That…” I said, hips squirming, “that’s what the morning-after pill… is for.”
His fingers didn’t stop right away, but they slowed.
Then they paused completely inside me.
My eyes opened and I looked down—only to find his gaze wasn’t on me anymore. He was staring past me, mouth slightly open.
I turned, and there it was… enormous and Black. The length alone made me wonder how much I could actually take… but it was the girth that had my tipsy brain buzzing into bimbo mode.
Getting that monster inside me was going to be a challenge—
—one I was way too enthusiastic about.
Like a shameless nympho, I backed up to the hole, immediately reaching behind to guide him. His cock ran through the mess and I fumbled the angle a few times. There was no need to rush, but…
I was so fucking ready.
Even with the cum still inside me and my pussy already warmed up, I couldn’t take him right away. His fat head pressed against my clit, teasing me, before I finally pushed it down and used a bit of my weight.
For what felt like a full minute, he only managed very shallow thrusts before the first inch finally slipped inside. After that, he made progress, but nowhere near as fast or easy as the first guy.
I gasped a little, shocked at how deep he was already reaching.
Not gonna lie, I didn’t think it would fit.
But it did.
I couldn’t stop myself from pressing my ass harder against the wall, desperate to see just how obscenely deep I could take him.
My legs started to shake. I was close.
I’d never thought I could come from penetration alone.
But this cock was about to prove me wrong.
“Hold me up,” I whimpered as I felt a weakness in my legs.
Jay didn’t hesitate. The second he touched me—it hit. An orgasm so intense it felt like my brain short-circuited. My knees buckled, but Jay held me upright. The sound that tore out of me was loud, almost like a sob. For a second, I swear everything went dark. Like I blacked out… and came back.
My body tried to clench around him, but I was already stretched so wide there was nowhere left to tighten.
He didn’t stop. Just kept pounding into me like I was a toy—like I was nothing but a wet hole, meant to be used. And the worst part? I fucking loved it. I loved the way my moans sounded desperate for more even though I was in the middle of orgasming.
I shouldn’t have liked it, and I should’ve been ashamed.
But I wasn’t.
I was soaked. Dripping. So drenched in euphoria that my pussy made a filthy squelch so loud it almost embarrassed me… almost.
Barely ten seconds later, I was coming again.
My face was hot, ears popping and ringing all at once—then he came. Deep. So fucking deep it felt like he was trying to breed me on purpose. I could feel every throb draining his balls straight into me, giving his swimmers a chance at knocking up the gloryhole slut. And that thought just made me whimper more.
When he pulled out, it came out fast. A thick, warm rush that slipped out of me, coating my thighs and dripping ropes onto the floor.
My knees gave out and I slid down, trembling as I leaned back against the wall. My head lolled to the side, landing right beside the hole—His cum still clinging to the rubber rim, slowly oozing down the wall where he’d filled me past capacity, and it had nowhere else to go.
I could barely keep my eyes open, each exhale coming out in shallow pants.
As I went to say something, Jay shoved his cock between my lips, pressing my head back against the wall as he started fucking my mouth. His fingers tangled in my hair, still sticky with cum. He let out an intense groan as he dropped his load in my mouth. I took over and kept sucking, swallowing every last drop like the cum dump he’d turned me into.
I didn’t think I was into being degraded… But apparently, I unlocked a new kink tonight.
He pulled out and dropped back into the chair, chest rising hard with every breath. I sank to my ass, legs spread—not to be sexy, but because they were full-on jelly, numb from being folded under me so long. My tits were still out, my whole body tingling, and for a long moment, Jay and I just sat there, staring at each other.
“I’m… so tired,” I muttered.
If sex felt like that every time, I’d have an addiction.
“Home?” Jay asked with a smirk, his dick softening but still giving the occasional twitch.
I nodded. “Yeah. A shower sounds perfect.”
He zipped up his jeans, then reached down and helped me to my feet. My dress was still bunched at my waist, and he tugged it the rest of the way off—leaving me in nothing but my short heels.
“You should walk to the car naked,” he said, grinning wide.
Wow. He was really just going to let them see the whole package.
I shrugged. “Sure. Why not show them what they were inside?”
Jay grabbed his shirt but didn’t bother putting it on—dried cum. I stepped out, completely bare. The guys were still hanging around, smiling like they’d hit the jackpot. I followed Jay through the narrow aisle lined with old pornos.
The Black guy smacked my ass hard as I passed, pulling a small yelp out of me. “God damn, you’ve got a pretty ass,” he said, smirking. “Tight as fuck pussy, too.”
The other two didn’t hold back.
As I walked by the latino guy grabbed me from behind and slid his fingers between my thighs, and pushed in like it was his. The older guy shoved two fingers into my mouth, grinning when I started sucking without even thinking.
I had really just decided to accept being fuck doll tonight.
“Look at her perfect nipples,” the Latino guy said, twisting my nipple for emphasis.
Their hands were everywhere—my tits, my ass, mouth—Just playing with me. I was too wrecked to fake embarrassment, too far gone to pretend I wasn’t loving it.
Jay came over to rescue me, grabbing my hand. “Gotta get her home—she’s got work in the morning,” he said, even though I didn’t.
The two guys were surprisingly chill about it, giving my ass a soft goodbye smack as I headed for the door.
“Bring her back next time,” the guy at the counter called out, grinning. “I wanna jump in on that.”
Jay just nodded and led me outside.
Another guy walking in stopped dead in his tracks. “Holy shit—look at those tities. Damn, I missed it?”
I gave a lazy wave. “Maybe next time.”
Jay shot me a look. “So… we’re coming back?” he asked as we got near the car.
I raised a brow as we walked. “Are we not coming back?”
He paused, then smirked. “Maybe.”
At the car, he tossed my dress and his shirt into the trunk, then grabbed a beach towel and spread it over the passenger seat. I climbed in, still naked, the night air cool against my skin.
Absolutely exhausted to the max.
When he settled behind the wheel, I glanced over. “I’m gonna be so sore tomorrow.”
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