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She was nervous as she walked up to the large, wooden door that was sat in the middle of a perfectly normal street and tapped on the faded brass knocker.
“Name?”
The phantom voice was deep as it vibrated through the timber, whirling the waves of tension and excitement around her torso, like dandelions on the wind.
“Voluptas.”
The nickname she’d been given seemed oddly fitting for the role she had planned for the evening. It had hung on her lips, erotically, since she had been sent the details in the red, silk envelope.
The door swung and she stepped into the darkness. The indoor heat meeting her already goose-fleshed skin, making her entire body hum.
“Door to the left. Strip off all your clothes and leave them. You’ll be shown to your place after.”
She turned to the voice, but was met with nothing but black. It was better this way. She wanted the anonymity, the strangers, the unknown. She had been so lost in the last few years trying to ease an ache inside herself that she couldn’t quite reach. Trying to fill a void that she was not sure could even be repressed. And truthfully she had not wanted to.
Entering the doorway she welcomed the flow of purplish-blue light that drifted from above the mirrored wall that filled the entire sidewall.
She knew there were faces behind it, though she could not see or hear. Could they see every move she made? Did they like what they saw?
Her body reacted instinctively, her nipples peaking, rubbing against the soft material of her blouse. Was this the start of the game?
Slowly, she undid the buttons of her top, her fingers never leaving the silken material, pressing against her skin, heightening her own pleasure with the gentlest of touches.
Lowering the item, she ran her hands over her breasts, unable to stop the flood of wetness at her centre and the sigh of arousal that came from the barest graze of her over-sensitive buds.
Next came the zip of her skirt. The teeth sounded so loud as it mixed with the deep pulls of air her lungs had began to crave. With a soft nudge, she let the clothing fall, leaving her almost bare to the voyeurs behind the glass. The scant triangle of material covering her mound the only thing between them now. She knew her underwear would be saturated, the white satin now almost transparent with her juices, she wanted to give it to them. To let them see, touch, taste.
But that was something for another day, another fantasy. She turned to the mirror, bending over with just the right amount of slowness, all her anxiety disappearing like the underwear she tossed to the ground.
“Go through the door to your left and lie back on the bed. Place your lower half through the slot and await further instruction.”
The voice sounded from all corners of the room as a door appeared against the back wall. It was now or never. She knew she could leave if she wanted, escape back to the empty void that had so long taunted her. Or she could engage in something more, something that called to her, made her feel empowered and sensual and happy.
Stepping towards the light, she entered the room, surprised by the soft-looking bed pushed close to the wall, two handrails attached next to the fluffy, white pillow at one end, and a hole covered by a leather panel at the other.
She knew where she had to be, knew exactly what she was there for. Placing herself gently on the mattress she edged her legs slowly through the hole. Cameras pointed towards her, pointed to the place where the body would lie. They would be watching her again, enjoying her as much as she enjoyed them, finally doing what she longed to do.
A squeak escaped her lips as her body was pulled forwards. Strong hands at her ankles not letting her drift. She wiggled and moved as the hands held her under her knees, parting her slender thighs as she felt a cool strap encircle one leg, and then the other. The hands released, leaving her legs wide. She was prone; body open and aching, legs taut and spread as her core trembled with anticipation.
“Are you ready, ladies?”
A feminine voice sounded now, sultry and dominant. She could hear the quirk in her lips as she spoke.
“Here they come for you. Enjoy.”
She felt the vibrations as they moved through the floor. The low mumble of voice and the rumble of pleasure. She closed her eyes, her toes curling, as she waited for the first touch; wondering who it might be, where it might be, did glory holes have any rules?
Fingertips grazed the underside of her foot, tickling down over her heel and tracing an invisible line down towards her knee. She moaned at the softness, her hands subconsciously already moving to the twin bars beside her head. She could feel her pussy clenching, weeping with the need to be filled, even with only the barest touch.
“Patience, little one. I’m just getting started.”
She could not place his accent but it was the most attractive voice she’d ever heard. His gentle touch moved lower, running down the length of her thigh before his entire hand gripped her buttock, his other hand reaching to hold the other side, cradling her entire centre with his masculine touch.
She felt him then, thick and warm, resting against her cleft, sliding through the wetness she oozed with each push through her lower lips. She groaned as his tip pulled back, just cresting into her clenching core before sliding over her inner folds, nudging her pleading clit. Back and forth, the motion teased, leaving her gasping before he left her body completely.
She lifted her head, the loss of his thick cock was overwhelming; until she was shocked by his entire length driving inside her, shoving her body upwards on her bed, not stopping until she felt his body hit the backs of her thighs.
He was wider than she imagined. His girth giving her body a delicious pull as he began to withdraw before advancing once more. His hands held her softly while his body dragged out her pleasure. She felt her orgasm building, the rub of his member coaxing it out with his every move. She clung to the bars, fisting their smooth surface, her fingers squeezing and releasing with every thrust into her keening flesh.
She wanted to see him, to watch the pleasure she knew she brought him as she listened to every grunt and moan. His movements grew faster, his grip tighter as he hurtled towards his own release. She wanted to follow him over, to let her body get washed away on the bliss they could share. Instead, she felt him pull away, leaving her body empty and longing, her peak just out of reach.
Another touch came. Grasping and eager. Her hole was filled with a quick firm stroke as a new cock began fucking her. Long and lean, it hit the very edge of her passage, making her teeth clench from the new angle and feel. He held her ankles tightly as he probed her flesh with his cock. His moans breathy and loud as he rode her cunt, his hands not moving, just holding her firm as he placed a kiss to her exposed ankle.
Her climax ebbed as her body adjusted to the new intrusion. The rhythm so familiar but so different from the last. She moved her hands to her breasts, strumming her fingertips over the nipples as the soft mounds bounced with each thrust from behind the wall.
Her new partner peaked fast. Shuttering to a stop as she felt him erupt into the latex he wore. They stayed connected for a moment, this member already softening, the loss almost catastrophic to her unsatisfied body that begged to be used to perfection.
The touch on her leg retreated as his cock slipped away, leaving her waiting, wanting for her next partner to arrive.
A drag of wood and a huff of breath was all the signs she got before a wet heat ran from her core to her swollen nub. The lips sucked on her throbbing clit as fingers filled her core. The mouth suckled as the fingers probed, running against her front wall and rubbing the roughened patch of skin hidden just inside.
Her climax roared back to life as the suction on her clit was replaced with the stroking of an expert tongue. It twirled and pushed, lapped and feasted, leaving no part of her pussy free of its attentions. It joined the fingers, delving into her stretched passage, working with the digits as her orgasms rose higher and higher.
She squeezed her eyes closed and wrenched her mouth wide as her body began to spasm uncontrollably. Her orgasm hit her hard, clamping her core around the protruding fingers, gushing over the tongue that eagerly lapped up what she gave.
She felt his chuckle vibrate against her thigh and she smiled with him. Her head listed to the side as her body began to come down. The thrill of the moment already becoming dull and distant.
She needed more. Wanted to feel the high again, needing to reach another peak before she was pulled from her night of wonder and returned to herself once again, to wonder where she could go from this. What new doors she could open.
The newest touch was tentative as fingers eased her wetness around her sensitive lips. He rubbed the surrounding flesh, leaving the hood untouched, as she felt the blunt head of him begin to push inside her, one inch at a time.
Her new partner moved slowly, lovingly, as if he knew what she had been through this night. Had he watched the others pleasure her? Seen her toes clench and her arsehole pucker as a stranger had licked her to climax? The thought made her feel more wanton, more desirable than anything she had known before and she pushed herself downwards to get the friction she needed.
He read her signs and increased his thrusts. His tender love-making becoming so much more with every upward push. Her muscles clenched deep inside, this new feeling a growing fire, forcing beads of sweat from her overworked body as she chased after the flame that threatened to scorch her very soul.
It flashed and ignited as she pushed her head back into the mattress. Her hands fisting the sheets as her mouth opened into a silent scream. Her orgasms was deep and long, her walls clamping down on the cock that jerked itself to explosion at the grasp of her vice-like flesh.
She opened her eyes as his fingers caressed the skin on her hip, just creeping under the edge of the leather cover enough for her the catch a glimpse of them.
“That was beautiful.”
The voice weaved into her room from behind the wall, sneaking into her hiding place like his fingers had just done.
She felt beautiful and powerful as she took his words onboard. She felt used and owned. She felt like she had finally been able to silence the voices that told her, no, or it’s too much. Filling the space that she knew longed for more, but felt too ashamed to get it.
Her leg dipped and a hand again secured her knee, edging her leg to the floor as the straps on the other tightened to signal its pending release. Her feet were numb and her legs shuddered as a pat on her outer thigh told her to pull herself back inside.
She did so, not sure if the flesh would look as different as her head felt. Gently tracing her fingers over her still twitching thighs she saw nothing of note. It just felt good and aching, in the best possible way.
When the door to the side clicked open, she found the bag of clean clothes she had dropped off the day before. The room now shone with light, a curtain drawn across the mirrored showpiece she had gazed at herself in, in what seemed like a lifetime ago.
Peeling back the edge of the velvet, she looked at her face in the afterglow of it all. She could not mistake the new shine in her eyes and the smile on her lips. This had been the best decision she’d ever made.
Heading out of the room and into the entranceway, she stopped at the reception desk, now visible and open. The brunette behind it had her own knowing smile as her eyes wracked over the woman who stood before her. They locked gazes for a moment, an unspoken knowledge passing between them as the brunette held up a bag.
“Would you like the same time next week?”
Reaching out, she clasped the small red package between her fingers. Twisting it between them as she wondered what persona she would become next time.
“Yes.”
Without another word, she stepped out into the blazing sunlight, already counting down the days.
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