The fluorescent hum of the hotel room buzzed in my ears. It had been an exhausting week of back-to-back meetings, stuffy conference rooms, and lukewarm coffee.
My brain felt fried, but my body… well, it was screaming for attention that wasn't on the conference agenda.
You know how it is when you haven't gotten laid in a while. Colors are brighter, sounds are sharper, and every damn person on the street suddenly looks ridiculously attractive.
My judgment was definitely starting to get clouded by a thick fog of horniness. I needed a release, and I needed it bad.
Tonight was my last night in this foreign city. Screw room service and a boring movie. I grabbed my phone and dove headfirst into the online world of adult entertainment.
There were strip clubs, swingers clubs… options that didn't work for a lone wolf like me. But then my eyes landed on it: an adult theater with booths and glory holes. Within walking distance too.
I'd been around the block a few times, but I'd never done a proper glory hole experience. The anonymity of it, the thrill of not even seeing the face of the person on the other side… made my desires spike.
My heart raced as I walked towards the theater. It was a nondescript building tucked away on a side street, the neon sign buzzing a tired welcome. Inside, a middle-aged man with a knowing smirk pointed me towards the booths.
I slipped into a booth, and then I did something I hadn't planned on. Not immediately anyway. I stripped completely naked. No bra, no panties, nothing between me and the thin wall separating me from a complete stranger.
I didn't even lock the door. I wanted to feel exposed, vulnerable, and completely at the mercy of whoever decided to join me in this little slice of anonymous delight.
A porn flick flickered on the small screen, the muffled moans echoing in the small space. I played with myself, my fingers slick with my own wetness, the anticipation building with every passing second.
Then, I heard it: the distinct sound of someone entering the booth next door. The creak of the door, the rustle of clothes…
Taking a deep breath, I slid my hand through the hole in the wall. My painted nails were a flash of color in the dimly lit space. And then, a thick, semi-erect cock pushed through the hole.
This was it.
I wrapped my hand around his cock, slowly stroking him, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. A few low moans rumbled through the wall. His cock throbbed and grew harder in my hand. I opened my mouth, letting the head slide between my lips.
God, I'd missed this. The feeling of a hard cock filling my mouth, the taste… I sucked him off with a desperate hunger, taking him deep into my throat. He started thrusting his hips against the wall, the rhythm growing more frantic.
A sharp knock against the wall — his signal.
I sucked harder, faster, and then… He came. Thick ropes of warm cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed every drop, savoring the feeling of being used, of being a vessel for his cum.
He pulled back, zipped up, and left, his footsteps echoing in the hallway. I could hear him talking to someone else. Word was spreading.
"Yeah, number three… she'll take everything you got."
Moments later, another eye appeared at the hole, peering in. He wanted a look, and I gave it to him. I leaned back, letting him take in the sight of my naked body.
The eye disappeared, followed by the sound of a zipper being pulled down. Another cock, this one harder, thicker, pushed through the hole.
I took him in my mouth without hesitation, the taste familiar and intoxicating. This one was quick, a few frantic thrusts, and then another mouthful of hot cum.
He left, his parting words echoing in the hallway. "Dude, she's naked in the booth and smoking hot!"
My confidence skyrocketed. I felt powerful, desired, immodest. Another eye appeared, followed by a voice.
"Wow, you're hot. Be a good girl and let me fuck you. Turn around."
I stood up, bending over, pressing my ass against the wall, my pussy positioned right in front of the opening. I felt the pressure of his cock against me, and then he was inside. A stranger, a complete unknown, fucking me through a thin wall in a seedy adult theater.
He fucked me slowly at first, then faster, harder, his grunts and moans muffled by the wall.
"Take it, take my cock… I'm gonna cum, fuck," he grunted.
Another knock, I knew he was close.
I pushed back against him, wanting him to fill me, wanting to feel his release deep inside me. He came with a groan, his cum hot and thick inside my unprotected pussy.
I came too, my fingers digging into my clit, the feeling of his cum leaking out, mixing with my own juices, sending me way over the edge.
He was gone in a flash, and the next thing I knew, the door swung open, revealing three men whose eyes devoured me with desire. The middle-aged man from the front desk was one of them.
"We'll be closing soon," he said.
I looked at them, my mind aching for more.
"I guess I'll have to finish you guys off all at the same time then."
He smirked. "Alright, let's see what you can do. But make it quick, I don't have all night."
I got out of the booth. The men eagerly pulled out their cocks. I lubed up my ass with my own juices and offered it up to whoever got hard first.
The men frantically jerked themselves off, their eyes locked on my body. One of them quickly hardened, and he positioned himself behind me, pushing himself into my ass.
"Take me hard," I whimpered. "Fuck that ass. I don't care if it hurts."
He didn't hesitate. He fucked me hard, the pain mixing with the overwhelming pleasure of being used, being filled.
"That's it, slut," he grunted, his hips slamming against me. "Take it all."
The other men crowded around my face, their cocks bobbing in front of me.
"Look at her," one of them chuckled. "She's a natural cocksucker."
I sucked and jerked them off, one by one.
"Good girl. Suck it dry. You love being used, don't you?"
Their words were harsh and degrading, but they fueled my desire. I wanted to be used, abused, and filled with their cum. I wanted to be their toy, their plaything, their cum dumpster.
"Faster," one of them commanded. "Suck it faster, bitch."
I choked on their cum, my mouth overflowing with their thick, hot seed.
The guy fucking my ass took the longest, savoring the feeling of being inside me. I wanted to please him, so I squeezed my muscles around his cock, milking him with my tight ass.
He groaned and finally let go, filling me with his wonderful cum. I collapsed, weak and shaky, and brought myself to another orgasm with my fingers, surrounded by those men. I didn't even know their names, but I'd given them everything.
"That was incredible," one of the men said with a satisfied sigh.
"She's a goddamn champ."
A champ. Yeah, I was. I couldn't believe I did that. With all of them. And I loved it.
I left the theater without bothering to clean myself up. My clothes were sticky, my hair a mess, and my face was still covered in cum.
I walked to my hotel and collapsed onto the bed, too tired to even undress, falling asleep almost instantly. I felt like a worthless whore. Maybe that's what I was, after all. Maybe that's what I wanted to be.
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