Saved in the gloryhole by strangers (Pt. 2)

Boring. Boring. Boring.

I needed a way out.

I just needed a way out of that place.

It had only been 20 minutes, and it already felt like forever.

This wasn’t my first ever date with a guy from  social media, but it just might be my last. Tom Collins was super boring. He was so full of himself that I didn’t even know how he would finish the food on his plate. He had ordered some shrimp puttanesca for dinner, and I had chosen some veggie-packed whole wheat pasta. But, now that he was already so full of himself, I doubted there was any space left for him to finish his food.

I wanted to roll my eyes so badly, but that would be out of character. I just couldn’t see myself hurting the feelings of another person. So, I would just have to suck it all up until the date was over, and then I would tell him I wasn’t even the least interested in going on another date with him.

I was sick and tired of hearing about how he was a popular guy in college, and how all the girls were drooling over him because he was super sexy and had some well-defined pectoral muscles. I was tired of hearing about how his father owned a multi-million factory, and how he didn’t have to work to be a millionaire.

“Are you OK?” he asked.

His question knocked me off guard. I dabbed my lips with a paper towel, and then I nodded. For the first time since we arrived at the restaurant, he had finally asked about me. Well, that was a welcome development, but it really didn’t change anything. All I wanted was a way out of the restaurant and out of his sight. Well, now that he had finally asked about me, I could definitely use it to my advantage.

“Yeah,” I said. “I just need to use the restroom.”

“Oh, OK.”

That was all he said. Then again, I hadn’t even expected he would say anything at all. All he cared about was himself. 

Without another word, he continued digging into his food. I rose to my feet, grab my purse, and headed for the restroom. I didn’t like that man at all, and I also didn’t like the restaurant he’d brought me to. It was supposed to be a five-star restaurant, but there was an age limit to it. I’d never heard of an adult-only restaurant. And, now that I'd heard of it, I was expecting some kind of a nightclub setting—a nightclub cum eatery kind of place—and well, I could say I was beyond disappointed. There was nothing adult-rated about the restaurant; unless the meals were spiked of something. Or maybe there was some orgy going on every night?

Well, whatever. 

I pushed through the restroom doors, and then I halted of the large rectangular mirror to fix my makeup. My foundation didn’t need a retouch, but my T-zone had me blotting out some of that oiliness. Done, I finally headed into one of the five stalls in the restroom, and then I shut the door. I rolled up my skirt, shoved my panties down my legs, and sat down to take a piss. 

“Stupid restaurant,” I muttered. “Stupid date. Goddamn it, Kimberly!”

I palmed my forehead. And then I relaxed, letting out a long sigh as I emptied my bladder. I shut my eyes for a brief moment, and when they popped open, a cock was right in my face.

An actual hard, veiny cock!

I gasped. “What the hell?” 

A gloryhole?

I had been too distracted by my thoughts to notice a small round hole on the left side of the wall. And now, a cock was hanging through the hole. The cock was hard as fuck, and it wouldn’t stop wagging to get my attention.

I looked away. “No way! There’s no way I’m going to suck a stranger's cock. What the fuck?”

I quickly hopped off the seat and properly clothed myself. Then I strode out of the stall. I halted in front of the mirrors to wash my hands, but the image of the cock was stuck in my memory. It was the only thing I could see.

I had fucked a number of men, but none of them had a cock so huge. I could only imagine how good it would feel to have him inside of me, stretching me all the way, until my ass could stretch no further.

That cock was well over nine inches long—an endowment I had only ever dreamed of. 

I’d be a fool to let this slip.

I hastened back into the stall and shut the door. I moved so quickly that my heart started to pace, welcoming a surge of adrenaline.  The cock was still in it’s place, sticking through the hole and wiggling at me, as though the man had known I would come back to get deep-dicked.

I stepped closer, and then I reached out to touch the cock, as if I were trying to confirm that it was actually real, and this wasn’t just me letting my imaginations roam. I ran my fingers all over the cock, feeling each throbbing vein underneath my finger pads.

“Oh fuck,” I mouthed. “This cock is so fucking huge.”

One moment, I was facing the cock, and the next, I stood with my back to the glory hole. I grabbed the hem of my skirt and pulled it up, letting the fabric gather around my waist and stomach. Next, I pushed my pantie out of the way and let it settle around my lower thighs, barely an inch away from my knees. I arched my back, and then I started to gyrate my waist, teasing the cock in slow circles.

The man on the other side of the wall started to moan. His voice was deep and really masculine,  filling me up with the excitement of being with an alpha male. I kept working my ass around his cock making him even harder.  With each move of my ass, his cock would always find its way to my pussy, desperately trying to find its way in. 

But I was not about to get my pussy fucked with stranger's cock. I just wanted him in my ass. So, I grabbed the cook and positioned it just behind my ass, and then I shifted backward, slowly impaling myself the hard rod. It eased its way inside of me, stretching me open. The man was gentle and would not trust hard inside of me. He gave me all the time in the world to adjust to his girthy rod.

The walls of my ass started to ease up around his cock. But it seemed almost impossible for the cock to breech the resistance of my anal muscles. And then, there was the fact that my ass could really use some lubrication. 

It was at that moment I noticed the slippery wet state of my pussy. My juices were literally dripping down my thighs, so, I grabbed the man’s cock again, and then I swirled it around my pussy scooping as much vagina fluids as I could. 

At this point, I could no longer hold back from being vocal. My throat trembled and ached as I tried to gulp down my moans of approval. So, I finally let out the sounds, my soft musical moans starkly contrasting with the deep-bellied moans of the man. 

Once his cock was wet enough for a smooth anal penetration, I guided it back to my ass. He easily slipped through my sphincter, but once his cock was halfway in, it became harder to push forward.

I rocked my hips backward, forcing my ass further down his cock. He moaned harder than he ever had, and then, his cock slid all the way inside of me, ejecting a whimper through my lips.

“Oh fuck!” I cried. “Yes!”

My ass was so tight, there was barely any wiggle space. But that didn’t stop him from fucking me hard. He started to thrust, in and out, fucking me through the hole. I gritted my teeth to keep from screaming. The last thing I wanted was to draw attention to my stall.

But when I heard other women moaning from the other stalls, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I cried and moaned, my body meeting him thrust for thrust. Desperate for more of his cock, I kept rocking my ass back and forth, caressing every inch of his cock with a sense of urgency. My knees started to quake. Soon, they were barely able to keep me on my feet. But I kept going, fucking myself with the stranger’s cock without even pausing to breathe.

“Fuck!” I heard his voice for the first time.

And then I felt his thick load filling up my ass. It filled me up completely and started to drip down my thighs. I had the option to wipe the evidence of my glory hole adventure. But no, I would walk the walk of shame. It was something I'd never attempted, but at the moment, it was the only thing I wanted to do.

A stranger had literally saved me from the most boring first date ever. It was something I would never forget. At least not in a hurry.