She went into the back to get napkins but found so much more. A strange and small room, barely bigger than a closet, with three round holes at waist height.
She’d find out exactly what this was soon enough. She’d find out exactly what was expected of her in the room. She’d find out what the strangers on the opposite side of that wall wanted her to do.
Would she be able to take it? Would she give in? Just how much service was this waitress willing to give?
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This was a gloryhole!
I’d heard about these sorts of places before. I was familiar with what you could expect at one of them I was staring that dead in the eye after all.
Wow his dick was big.
Even only partly hard he was still longer than I’d ever imagined.
Billy, my first boyfriend, couldn’t hold a candle to this guy. My times with Billy had been mostly fumbling in the dark in the back of his car but his dick was so much thinner, so much shorter than this one.
It didn’t hurt that I was seeing this one bright and clear in the light.
It was thick and long, god it looked so big. It must have been as thick as my wrist and had to have been a good long length. It just kind of lay there, slowly hardening as I watched it.
I think it might have had some sort of gravity or been some kinda magic because it cast a spell on me. It pulled me into it. I couldn’t help myself.
I knelt right in front of it.
No idea who this belonged to, no idea who could be on the other side of this wall.
Don’t know if I cared.
My curiosity was building inside of me. I wondered what it felt like. What it tasted like. I wonder if it looked as delicious as it seemed.
I’d always been a good girl. Good girls didn’t do this.
But maybe just this once…