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This story picks up a month or so after my last story. Sam had decided to stay with me, despite catching me sucking our room-mate's dick. He had insisted that we both move out of our shared house with Sarah and Tom. We had to stay at his parents' house again for a little while but we eventually moved into a small one bedroom flat of our own. He had also changed back from the night shift to day shift, so we were working together again. I was still head over heels in love with Sam but I had also opened up a devious side to myself. I loved the thrill of cheating, even if I didn't fully understand it yet. My relationship with Sam was rocky. We would argue a lot, he would grill me about where I had been sometimes, and we had lost our honeymoon phase. He was also angry that I stayed friends with Sarah. He blamed her for what had happened, and to be honest, he was probably right. Even to the present day, Sarah is a 'bad' influence on me, but I love it. She's got such a wicked and dirty mind.
One Saturday night, during my bar shift, I was chatting to my manager, Jack. He was a nice guy in his mid-twenties, a little cocky, but he always made my shift seem like a party. He was very upbeat, charismatic, and cheeky. It made a nice change to hang out with him after seeing my unhappy boyfriend all week. It was a bit of a slow night at the bar, so we were speaking about all sorts of things. He began talking about this older woman that he had slept with a couple of weeks previously and I intently listened. He told me all the gory details of their sex session.
“So, where did you meet her?” I asked, not really having the experience to contribute anything else to the conversation.
“This sex club just off Broad Street,” he replied.
“Sex club?” I giggled. “What's that?”
“Come on, chick. You need me to spell it out?” he joked.
I punched his arm softly. “No,” I mused. “But I've never heard of anything like that before.”
“Oh, It's great,” he said. “I've been a few times now.”
“So, like, how...what...what's it like?” I asked nervously.
He went on to tell me that it was a small sort of club with hot tubs, private play rooms, glory holes, saunas, steam rooms, and other bits. Basically, single men and women would go and end up having sex.
“Where do they have sex, then?” I naively asked.
“Anywhere,” he said flatly.
“Anywhere?” I asked.
“Anywhere,” he said again. “It was mental the first time I went.”
“I can't believe I've never heard of it,” I said. “What's it called?”
“Utopia,” he replied. “Yeah, I'm not surprised you've not heard of it, neither had I. It's got no sign and it's above this old book shop. I only went as a friend told me.”
We continued chatting about it for a little while but I wasn't really paying attention. I wanted to see Sarah and tell her all about this juicy new gossip. I wasn't thinking about going, it sounded too crazy for me, but Sarah and I loved to talk about exciting new things. The next day I saw her. Sam didn't let me go to her and Tom's house any more, so we met at a little cafe in the centre of town.
“Oh...my...God,” Sarah exclaimed. “We have to go.”
“What!? No, that sounds way too crazy,” I said.
“We don't have to do anything, well, you don't have to do anything,” she said. “But there's no way I'm not gonna have a cheeky little look.”
“Really?” I asked. “It doesn't sound too...like...seedy?”
She laughed. “Fuck yes, it does,” she said. “But who cares? Aren't you curious to see what it's like?”
I hesitated.
“I know you well enough, now, to know you're curious, you minx,” Sarah said.
“Well, yeah, I'm curious. But there's no way Sam would let me go,” I said.
“Oh, fuck Sam,” she said. “He doesn't have to know. You can't let him sap all the fun out of your life. We'll just pretend we're gonna go drinking somewhere, which won't entirely be a lie.”
As usual, Sarah got pushy and gave me a hard sell. She knew I was curious, despite my residual guilt from cheating on Sam. She loved to encourage me to step out of my innocent comfort zone. We eventually agreed that we would go after work on a Monday, when it was likely to be quiet. She gave me all the assurances I wanted that we wouldn't get caught and all the peer pressure that I wouldn't back out. I was very curious about the whole thing but I was also terrified of Sam finding out. The thought of hurting him again haunted me, but at the same time, I wanted to explore life in every way. Being the young and curious girl I was, I made the bad choice.
Monday evening arrived and I met Sarah in town at a bar. We had a couple of drinks to ease our nerves, then made our way to the book shop that Jack had mentioned. We were giggly the whole way there. Once we found the book shop, we entered through a small door to the side of it. We walked up a dimly lit staircase until we reached a window in the wall. A middle-aged guy asked for our ID's, charged us £20 each, and slid some condoms under the glass partition. Sarah snatched them up and put them in her bag, turning to wink at me. I nervously smiled back as the guy buzzed us through a door. There was no turning back for us now.
We walked into a much brighter room that split into two separated rooms, one for men and one for women. Another guy gave us a towel each before we went into the women's changing rooms.
“First time, ladies?” he asked.
We nodded.
“Okay, I'll cover the ground rules. No phones, no drugs, no clothes,” he said, as we both looked at each other with wide eyes. “You can cover up using the towels, though. If you get any trouble, just call out and someone will be with you in seconds. Have a good night, ladies.”
We stiffly walked into the changing room and burst out laughing. We felt so silly and out of place but it was fun and exciting already. We both got undressed, put our clothes in a locker, and wrapped our towels around us. We walked through a final door. On the other side it was a bit anti-climactic. I sort of expected to see people naked everywhere, fucking, but it was just like a fancy spa. Nicely decorated interior, signs pointing to different areas, and some people walking around in towels. After a few giggly moments, we decided to head to the hot tub. We followed a sign down a small corridor until we reached a room with the biggest hot tub I had ever seen. It could have easily fit 30 people. There was a couple who were chatting, a few single guys, and a couple of women. Sarah flung off her towel, revealing her slightly curvy body, and hung it up on a hook. It suddenly hit me that I would have to get naked in front of strangers. Sarah could tell what I was thinking.
“Don't be nervous,” she whispered, leaning close to me. “Everyone is in the same boat. Besides, you're a skinny little thing, you've got fucking nothing to worry about.”
She walked towards the hot tub and slipped in. I hesitated for a few moments but decided I'd only look awkward if I just stood there doing nothing, so I pulled off the towel. Wow, it was such a strange feeling. My naked body was on display for all to see. I was nervous and worried but also kind of liberated. It felt good. I strolled over to the hot tub and got in, next to Sarah.
She leaned over to me, biting her lip. “This is wild, right?” she asked.
I had to force my mouth not to smile like a moron. “It's crazy,” I replied through pursed lips. “What do we do now?”
“Fuck knows,” she said. “Let's just see what happens.”
It took about half an hour for the silliness of the situation to fall away. In that time, a few people left the hot tub and a couple more had joined us. We were just talking quietly together when a really attractive guy with a muscle-packed body sat down next to her.
“Hi,” he said. “I'm Jules, how are you doing?”
I instantly blushed and looked away. Sarah, however, was thrilled at the attention.
“Hi, Jules. I'm Christy and this is my friend Allison,” she said without skipping a beat, waving her arm towards me.
I awkwardly turned towards him and gave him a cringe-worthy, small wave.
“Hi, Christy, Allison. How are you both doing this evening?” he asked.
“Oh, we're doing great, Jules. What about you?” she said, seemingly in her element, as I continued to pretend staring at something.
They went back and forth for a little while, all the time Sarah flirting outrageously. They started kissing at one point and I began to feel like an awkward third wheel. I was really hoping they wouldn't start having sex next to me. I didn't want some sort of repeat of what happened the last time she got horny. Luckily, they eventually stopped kissing and Jules got up to leave, saying goodbye to both of us. Sarah turned to me.
“Argh!” she moaned. “He was so fucking pretty. Did you see him?”
“Yeah, I saw him,” I said. “And his body.”
“Oh, my God. Right? Fuuuck,” she exhaled. “You wanna go exploring more?”
I nodded and we got out of the hot tub, dried off, and wrapped ourselves up again. We wondered out and back down the corridor until we reached the signs at the bottom of a staircase.
“Hmm,” Sarah mused. “Where next?”
“Umm, what the hell is a glory hole?” I asked, laughing, and pointing at the sign.
“Oh, I've seen it in porn but I've never seen one before,” Sarah said. “There are loads of cubicles next to each other and they have holes cut out in the walls. Then guys stick their dicks through.”
We both giggled and wordlessly agreed to check it out. We walked up the stairs and arrived at a door with a sign saying 'Glory Holes'. We looked at each other, smiled, and walked in. It was very dark. The only light came from thin strips of blue LED lights along the edges of the floor. We carefully walked down a small corridor until we reached a set of 8 cubicles, all adjoined. We could hear soft sucking sounds. We started giggling and I held onto Sarah's arm.
“Let's go in one of them,” she whispered.
She led us to a cubicle and pulled on the door handle. It was locked.
“Sorry,” she quietly called out to its occupant.
She tried another door and it opened. We walked in together and she locked it behind us. As dark as it was, we could still manage to see thanks to the LED lights. We had gone into one of the cubicles at the end, so there were only two holes. One hole was in the wall that separated us from the first cubicle we tried to go into and another hole was in the wall next to it.
“What now?” I asked nervously.
“I don't know,” she replied with a smile. “Wait?”
Seconds after she spoke, a cock appeared through one of the holes. We both gasped. It was probably average size but fully erect. She looked at me and gave me a devious smile, then knelt to the floor. She took it into her hands and gently stroked on it. I felt so dirty and ashamed, all of a sudden. I reluctantly watched as she stroked it, then slipped it into her mouth. Feelings of guilt started to overwhelm me; I felt like I did when Sam caught me cheating, but I didn't look away. I watched as she expertly stroked his length while sucking on him. She made it look good. She carried on sucking away on his cock as I just stood there. After a while, she pulled it out of her mouth and turned to me.
“You want a go?” she asked me.
I silently shook my head and she turned back to carry on. I didn't want to hurt Sam. It was all I could think about. But, at the same time, I urged to suck on it. I wanted to be a naughty, cheating slut. I just didn't know how to confront those feelings. So, I stood there and watched her fulfilling my fantasy. Not long passed and I could hear the guy start to moan. She pulled it out of her mouth and stroked it faster. He shot big, thick loads all over her face and chest. It looked amazing, she looked amazing. And then, a small jet of cum hit my leg. Stunned, I just looked down at it. It slowly started to ooze down my thigh. I couldn't explain how I felt, I just knew that a surge of electricity was running through my body, It was so hot. After the guy had finished and pulled his cock back through the hole, Sarah used her towel to wipe the cum off her. She stood up and faced me.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” she said.
She looked wild-eyed and feverish with desire.
“Are you sure you don't want to have a go?” she asked me.
“Yeah...yeah, I think so,” I replied.
She could tell I was feeling guilty. She wrapped her towel around her again and guided me out of the cubicle. We slowly walked back out.
“You wanna go home?” she asked. “Or you want to explore some more?”
I hesitated a bit. “Err, yeah, we can explore some more,” I said.
But she knew I wasn't completely feeling it. She told me one load of cum was enough for her and we should go back to the bar and have some more drinks. We walked back down to the changing rooms, I wiped the cum from my leg, and we got dressed. Once we had left Utopia and we were back at the bar, I felt much better. We had a few drinks and laughed and gossiped about our experience. It had been exciting, even if I had felt guilty at the time. Once we were finished drinking we parted ways and I went home to Sam, which brought on the guilt harder. He gave me the usual grilling about what we had done while drinking, then calmed down a bit. We spent a couple of hours cuddling, while watching a movie, then went to bed. As Sam snored his way through his sleep, I lay awake, staring at the ceiling. I was feeling conflicted. I loved Sam so much, so much. But at the same time, I ached to be sucking some anonymous guy's dick through a hole. I wanted to look as sexy as Sarah had looked, as she handled a stranger's dick. I went back and forth in my mind all night, until eventually I fell asleep.
The next day Sam and I went to work at the supermarket. I was distracted all day. Towards the end of our shift, I made a decision. It was painful and it felt wrong but I made it anyway. I told Sam that I had a training shift at my bar job and I would be gone for a few hours that evening. He grilled me a little bit but as we were at work he didn't push too much. We went home, had dinner, then I dressed into my bar clothes and left. I messaged Sarah asking her to cover for me, if Sam asked her anything. She asked where I was going and I just told her I wanted to have a night away from Sam as we had been arguing. She asked if I wanted company but I told her I was just going to go to a bar and drink on my own for a while.
And so, I found myself in front of the old book shop again. I was shaking with nerves. I cautiously made my way into Utopia, paid my entry fee, and got changed into my towel in the changing room. I decided that I needed to relax a bit first, I was visibly shaking, so I made my way to one of the Saunas. It was empty and baking hot. I sat there, wrapped in my towel, and tried to calm myself down. I felt terribly guilty but terribly excited. After a little while, I gathered my courage and walked back to the glory hole room. I nervously made my way towards the cubicles, my heart beating hard in my chest. I pulled on the handle of the same cubicle we were in last time and it opened. I quickly slipped in and locked the door behind me. I felt like I was breaking into a bank or something. I looked around, no cocks. I decided to sit on the floor and wait, while I calmed myself a bit more. After what seemed a lifetime, I heard someone walk into one of the cubicles next to mine. My heart began pounding again.
And then, a cock slid through the hole in front of me. This was it, it was going to happen. I felt so damn guilty but I pushed the feeling aside and my desire led my hand towards the cock. It was a bit smaller than the one Sarah had sucked yesterday. I wrapped my hand around it. It was so warm and soft. I gently pulled on it and it started to grow. I stroked it until it was the hardest it was going to get and then shimmied closer. I opened my mouth and slowly moved my head towards it. I wrapped my lips around and took it in deep. It felt incredible. I picked up my speed and began sucking with cause. I felt like such a whore. It was a horrible feeling but it was an incredible feeling. I was so confused but I didn't stop, I just continued sucking on this stranger's dick. It didn't take long for him to cum, which took me by surprise. A few shots of cum hit the back of my mouth and I d a little bit. I swallowed a couple more small shots and then the dick quickly pulled away from me and disappeared. I sat there in the relative darkness and wiped my mouth, smiling. It was amazing, swallowing a stranger's cum. It was by far the dirtiest thing I had done in my life. My head was busy with emotions and thoughts, so I decided to bail and calm down again. I left the cubicle and walked back to the sauna. As I was opening the door to the sauna I whipped off my towel, expecting to walk back into my place of solitary safety and refuge.
“Elisa!” A surprised voice called out.
I saw him sitting there, a towel around his waist, but it took a few seconds to register who it was.
“Jack!” I exclaimed. “Oh, my God.”
I quickly pulled the towel in front of me to cover up my nakedness.
“Didn't think I would see you here, chick,” he said with a cheeky grin. “Don't be shy, come sit down.”
I hovered on the spot for a few moments, deciding whether or not I should sit down or bolt. I decided it would be ridiculous to run away from my manager, so I awkwardly sat down opposite him, still covering myself with my towel.
“Please don't tell my boyfriend!” I blurted out.
Jack chuckled to himself. “I don't even know your boyfriend,” he said. “But relax, I won't tell a soul, I promise.”
“...Okay,” I said timidly. “Thanks.”
“So, this place sounded like fun, then?” he asked me.
“Umm, it sounded interesting. I wanted to see what it was like, that's all,” I replied. “What are you doing here?”
He laughed again. “I would have thought that was obvious,” he said. “I'm here to fuck.”
I a nervous laugh.
“You just here to see what it's like? Or you here to fuck, too?” he asked me.
“I'm not sure,” I said softly.
“You know, you can drop the towel,” he said. “Anyway, I saw you naked as you walked in.”
Not wanting to look stupid and shy, I slowly pulled the towel away from my body and put it next to me. His eyes locked onto my body and he looked me up and down.
“So?” he asked.
“What?” I shot back.
“Are you here to fuck?” he asked again.
“I already said, I'm not sure,” I replied.
He unwrapped the towel from around his waist and took hold of his semi-erect cock. He began slowly stroking it while keeping eye contact with me.
“Well, we're both here naked, and I've always thought you're hot as hell,” he said. “So, why don't you come over here and suck my dick.”
I didn't reply. I just watched him stroking his growing cock. I was so nervous I thought I'd shake apart, but I wanted it. My confidence was just too low to act.
“Come here,” he said.
And I automatically complied. I slowly got up and walked over to him. I knelt between his legs and marvelled at his cock. It was a touch bigger than the one Sarah had sucked the night before, which made me feel a little proud. He stopped stroking and let his cock hang loose. I snatched at it and stuck it into my mouth before I could think. He moaned as I greedily slobbered up and down. I felt so hot sucking an older guy's dick, even if he was only a bit older than me. He put his hand on my head and pushed me down onto his cock, as I continued sucking him. I carried on for a bit longer until he motioned for me to stop. I took him out of my mouth and looked up at him. He beckoned for me to get on top. I eagerly grinned and got up to straddle him. He guided his dick into position and pushed into my pussy. I let out a soft moan as he slid fully into me. He quickly picked up a faster pace and began fucking me hard. I let out moan after moan as he thrust into me. He had both hands on my arse cheeks and was pulling my arse down onto his dick. It was incredible. I felt so out of my comfort zone, fucking my older manager in a strange place, but it just added to the pleasure. He leaned forwards and started sucking on one of my nipples and I swung my head back, moaning like a whore.
As I rode him, the door suddenly opened. I quickly turned my head and stopped moaning. A man and a woman came in and sat opposite us. I nervously turned back to Jack and made a face. He shrugged at me and I just sat still, Jack's cock still inside me. The couple could clearly tell they had interrupted our flow.
“Please, carry on. Don't mind us,” the woman said.
“Yeah,” the man agreed. “We've just come in to soak our muscles after the session we just had.”
I nervously bit my lip. I didn't know what to do. I felt so on the spot but Jack decided for me. He slowly began thrusting into me again. I closed my eyes in pleasure and softly pushed back into his strokes. I was embarrassed but in pleasure. Definitely a hard place for my young mind to be in. I turned back with a nervous face to look at the couple, as Jack continued to slowly fuck me. The man had his head laid back, with his eyes closed, but the woman locked eyes with me. She gave me a soft, subtle smile and a look that sent an electric pulse down my spine. She was enjoying watching me. I turned back to face Jack, fireworks exploding in my mind and body. It was beyond wild. Jack once again picked up his pace. He thrust his dick into me over and over and I rode him with enthusiasm. I kept picturing the woman watching me riding Jack's dick. It was such a new, kinky thing for me to be experiencing. I was starting to feel like a free sexual being.
“Get onto your back,” Jack told me, interrupting my kinky stream of consciousness.
I pulled off him and lay down on the sauna bench, lifting one leg to rest over a higher bench. He straddled me and pushed his slick cock back into me. I moaned as he started thrusting hard into me. My moans must have turned the woman on, as I noticed in my peripheral vision that she spread her legs. I shyly turned my head towards her and watched as she led her fingers between her legs. She looked into my eyes, gently rubbing her clit, as Jack fucked me. I couldn't help but beam a huge smile. I remember feeling like me and her were communicating with just our eyes. I could tell she was thoroughly enjoying watching me get fucked. On one of his strokes, Jack hit a really good spot and I let out an extra pleasurable moan. I watched as the woman responded to my moan, her face getting serious and her hand rubbing her clit faster. She grabbed one of her boobs and twisted her nipple as she played. It was such an incredible sight. We continued this sexy dynamic for the next 20 minutes, or so. I decided to rub my clit while Jack fucked me and it started to drive me over the edge instantly. I moaned louder and louder and then I heard Jack start to moan louder. My moaning was pushing him over the edge. Before I could react he pulled out and shot a big load over my whole body. My orgasm deflated before it began. Jack finished up and stood.
“I'm going to go and take a shower,” he said. “Wanna join me?”
“Yeah, sure,” I said.
He wrapped his towel around him and left the sauna. I quickly picked up my towel and tied it around myself, going to leave.
“You were so close,” the woman said. “Better luck next time.”
She winked at me and I smiled as I went to follow Jack. I caught up with him and he led me to a shower room. We soaped up and made out for a while, water cleansing us. We decided that we were both going to leave, so we got dressed in the changing rooms and left together. We went for a drink at a quiet bar before we both went home. We spoke about how much fun we had, then moved on to talking about work and more normal conversations. Before I left, I insisted that Jack never mention what happened to anyone. He promised he would keep our secret and told me he hoped to see me there again another day. As I walked back home, exhilarated and fulfilled, the guilt filtered back into my mind. Sam. The incredible, dirty feeling I had at the sex club was quickly replaced with crippling feelings of guilt and shame. I loved Sam, yet I had just betrayed him again.
I got home and Sam greeted me. He was much nicer than he had been before I left. He wasn't his usual jealous self and seemed very happy to see me. I nervously hugged him and we sat down and watched some TV for the rest of the evening. Halfway through a movie, he turned to me.
“I was nervous about where you were going tonight. I didn't believe you were training at work,” he said. “So, I messaged Sarah asking her what she was doing.”
“What?” I asked.
“Yeah. I'm sorry I doubted you,” he said. “She told me you were both training at work. I've just been so jealous ever since...you know.”
God, I felt awful.
“I know, baby,” I said softly. “It's okay, honestly. I feel so terrible about that time and I would never do anything like that to you ever again.”
“So, you're not mad I checked up on you?” he asked.
“No. You can do it whenever you want,” I reassured him.
“Thanks,” he said. “Oh, and Sarah said you may both have to do more training tomorrow. Is that going ahead?”
I hesitated for a second. “Oh, yeah,” I said. “There's a lot to cover as we are being trained by an area manager. So, I'll need to be in tomorrow, too. But that'll be it.”
“Okay baby,” he said, smiling at me. “Maybe I'll join you for a joint or two after you get back. I know you've missed it.”
“Really?” I asked. “I thought you hated weed.”
“Well, I do,” he said. “But, I know you like it, so it might be fun to do it and chat all night or something. Weed makes you chatty, right?”
“Yeah. Okay, yeah. That'll be fun,” I said, knowing I didn't deserve his kindness.
We continued watching our movie but my mind remained active. Why had Sarah told him we had to train tomorrow? I found no answers and we eventually went to bed.
The next day at work I was a mess. I went through waves of guilt and horniness all day. Every time I saw Sam I felt so ashamed. But then when he went off to handle deliveries and I was alone, I would start getting outrageously turned on. I had messaged Sarah in the morning, thanking her for covering for me but asking why she'd told Sam that I would be training tonight, too. Around midday, she finally messaged me back. She said that I clearly went back to Utopia and she thought she would give me another night of freedom there. God, that girl always did know me so well. I confessed to her that I did end up going and that I would probably go again tonight. She wished me good luck, told me to invite her next time, and then demanded that we meet soon that week to discuss the juicy details. I remember thinking that I was crazy. Why was I going back? I felt terrible about it. In spite of that, I was still going to go back.
Sam and I finished work, went home, and ate. I dressed for work and shamefully kissed him goodbye. He told me he would order some weed for when I was back and that he was looking forward to seeing me. Pushing the guilt and pain aside, I left. And once again, I found myself standing outside the book shop. I sighed deeply and entered Utopia.
Wrapped in my towel, I stood staring at the sign, which pointed to all the different areas. I don't know why I was looking at it because I knew I wanted to swallow some cum. I headed upstairs and walked into the glory hole room. Once again, I locked myself into a cubicle and sat on the floor waiting. I waited and waited and waited, but nothing. I was about to get up and explore another area, when I heard someone walk into the cubicle next to me. Within moments, a cock pushed through the hole in the wall. It wasn't that long but it was thick and black. I'd never even seen a black cock before. I happily took it into my mouth and began slurping on it. It tasted amazing. I bobbed up and down on it and ran my tongue all over its head. He began thrusting into my mouth, occasionally making me gag, but I didn't mind. It felt so naughty having a guy just fucking my mouth. It didn't take too much longer before I heard him let out a long moan and streams of cum shot into my mouth. I sucked it all up as he kept shooting and I swallowed every bit. I heard him thank me, then he pulled his dick out of the hole. I licked my lips and revelled in my sluttiness.
I was eager for more but I wanted to explore a bit, now I had found more confidence. I left the glory hole room and walked towards the sauna again, imagining Jack being in there. I opened the sauna door and peeked in but no one was in there. Somewhat disappointed, but not dissuaded, I closed the door and walked towards another set of stairs that went up further. At the top, there was a sign that pointed to either private rooms or a public room. I read the word 'public' and got a bit nervous, so decided to head to the private rooms. I cautiously walked down a small corridor that had doors all the way down it, like a hotel. Most of the doors were open. I looked inside one and saw a TV playing porn, a leather padded bed, a bin, and a bowl of condoms and lube. I continued walking, peering into each room as I went. They were all the same, apart from some had different porn playing. I passed a couple of locked doors and could hear soft moans coming from them. Eventually, I reached the end of the corridor. There were two rooms opposite each other but they had windows so you could see into them. One room was empty. The other was not.
I watched through the window in amazement as a big, hairy guy was fucking a woman from behind. It was so primal. Their bodies were sweaty and flailing around wildly. I felt a pulse inside of me and instinctively slipped my hand through the towel and between my legs. I gently stroked my clit as I watched the two. They were so sexy, maybe not looks-wise, but they just looked so damned hot. They were oblivious to me, as I stood there perving on them and playing with my pussy. I bit my lip and ran my finger in circles over my clit. Suddenly, I heard one of the doors to another private room open and a young couple walked out. I jumped and quickly pulled my hand away from my crotch. The couple didn't notice me but I felt like I had just been caught doing something very wrong. I watched them like a hawk as they walked away until they were out of sight. Then I turned my attention back to the sweaty couple. They hadn't noticed me either. I went to start playing again but I was too nervous that someone would catch me perving in the hallway. So I quietly sneaked off back towards the stairs.
I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to do. I had seen mostly everywhere I wanted now, apart from the public room, and I still didn't feel quite ready for that. I decided that I would go back to the glory hole room, maybe suck a few more dicks, then call it a night. I walked back down the stairs to the floor with the glory hole room. Just as I was turning from the stairs towards the room, I saw a man I recognised walk in and shut the door behind him. I quickly spun back up onto the stairs.
“Oh, my God,” I whispered, heart beating out of my chest.
I knew who it was. It was Mr. Barker. It was Sam's dad.
I don't even know how or why it happened, I genuinely didn't consciously make the decision, but I instinctively dashed towards the door of the glory hole room. I quietly opened the door and walked into the dimly lit darkness. I cautiously made my way down the dark corridor and then froze, as I saw one of the cubicle doors shut and lock. Like a feverish animal, I quickly made my way to the cubicle next to it and slipped in, locking the door behind me. My heart was beating so hard I thought he would hear it. I was frozen in fear and excitement but still not understanding why I had just followed him. I waited. I heard his towel drop to the floor. Then, a dick pushed through the hole. It was huge, maybe 8 inches, and very thick. It was an incredible looking dick. I thought I might have a heart attack. My mind was pushing between horniness, guilt, shame, shock, and desire. I didn't move. But then, I suddenly thought about how fucking hot it would be to suck off Sam's dad. It was so damned naughty and dirty that it sent my mind flying. Plus, no one would ever know. And with that thought, I was decided.
I fell to my knees, accepting my present reality. I gripped his large cock with my hand and, seeing how much room was left, I wrapped my other hand around it. Wow. I stroked it back and forth a few times, then wasted no time sliding it into my mouth. I'd never seen such a big dick, let alone had one in my mouth. It wasn't too easy to suck it but I did everything physically possible to please that dick. As I messily throated him, I heard moans coming from his cubicle. I smiled and giggled, his dick still in my mouth. I was so giddy that I was pleasing him. He was so much older than me and it felt incredible to pleasure him. I was so proud of myself. I continued slobbering all over his dick for God knows how long until I heard the tell-tale signs of his orgasm. Something in me felt bad, I didn't want him to cum yet, and I didn't know why. Without thinking, I pulled his dick out of my mouth.
“No, stop, Mr. Barker!” I said hurriedly.
And then I realised that I had properly fucked up. The dick hung there, motionless, and time slowed. It felt like I was holding my breath in that moment forever. And then time kick started again. The dick pulled back through the hole.
“Who is that?” the voice called out, concerned.
I didn't reply, I just stayed as silent as a timid, little mouse.
I heard him shuffle around with his towel, then leave his cubicle. I jumped as I heard three loud knocks on my cubicle door. I froze and kept quiet.
“Who is that?” the voice asked again. “I obviously know you're in there. How do you know me?”
Real life was violently streaming back into my mind. My relationship with Sam would be over. Mr. Barker would be furious. I'd be outed as a slut and a whore. My world would crash and burn around me. What had I done?
“Please,” the voice said. “I'm not angry, I just want to know who you are.”
I was terrified but I couldn't handle just sitting in the cubicle. I slowly reached out and unlocked the door. It gradually fell open. I was curled up, knees to my chest, in the corner of the cubicle. I looked up and saw him staring down at me.
“El...Elisa? Is that you?” he asked, stunned.
“Yes,” I meekly said.
“Oh, my God,” he said. “Come on, stand up. Let's go and talk.”
He sounded like a caring father, it was strange. He held his hand out to me and I nervously took it. He pulled me onto my feet and we both left the cubicle.
“Come on, let's go and talk in one of the private rooms,” he said.
I followed him, my head hung low. I knew I was about to get the talking-to of a life time. I was not looking forward to it. We left the glory hole room and made our way upstairs. He led me into the first windowless, private room and shut the door behind us. He locked it and came and sat down on the bed. He pat the space next to him, beckoning me over. I adjusted my towel to make sure it was well secured, and sat next to him.
“What's going on, Elisa?” he asked me.
I was so nervous I thought I would faint. I didn't know what to say. I felt like I had been sent to the head teacher's office.
“Did you follow me here, or something?” he asked.
“No,” I quietly replied, my head hung towards the floor.
“Why are you here? What's going on, then?” he asked, concern in his voice.
“I...I'm so sorry,” I said, tears beginning to flood my eyes. “I didn't mean to. I just...I...”
I burst into a crying fit.
“Hey, hey, it's okay,” he said gently, placing a hand on my back.
It took a little while but I eventually calmed down.
“I'm so sorry,” I said again.
“You don't need to be sorry,” he reassured me. “I just don't understand what you're doing here.”
“I...I came here to...to have sex with someone,” I stuttered.
“With who? Sam?” He asked.
“No one in particular,” I replied. “I just...I wanted to have sex.”
“Can't you have sex with Sam?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Well, why are you here, then?” he asked again.
“I don't know. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have come here. I feel terrible,” I said.
“So, my wife didn't send you to follow me?” he asked, his tone interrogative.
“Wh...what? No,” I said.
“Okay,” he sighed, somewhat reassured. “So, it was just random bad luck that we were here at the same time?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” I confirmed.
He lowered his voice. “Elisa, then why were you sucking my dick?” he asked.
He didn't sound mad, just concerned. It was disorienting.
“I...I don't even know. I just saw you go into the glory hole room and...and I followed you,” I said. “I don't even know why I did it. I'm sorry.”
He sighed. “Alright. Well, I need you to understand that my wife doesn't know I come here,” he said. “And I can't let her find out.”
I stayed silent.
“Are you going to tell her? Or Sam?” he asked.
“God, no!” I declared. “I don't want to hurt Sam. And I wouldn't ever tell your wife, I promise, Mr. Barker.”
“Jesus, Elisa, my name's Frank. You know that. Just call me Frank,” he said.
I looked towards him. “Are you going to tell Sam?” I nervously asked.
“No, Elisa, of course not. If you get into trouble then I'd get into trouble,” he said.
“Okay,” I said. “Thank you.”
“It's fine. But you can't tell anyone,” he said sternly. “Got it?”
“Got it,” I replied.
“Okay, then,” he took a deep sigh. “Well, come on, we should leave. I can drive you back to you and Sam's flat if you want.”
He stood up and walked towards the door. As he unlocked it I felt a sudden, surging impulse run through me.
“Wait!” I called out desperately.
He turned around.
“Yes?” he asked.
I was shaking with nerves and my mind was clouded with negative thoughts, but one singular, hidden thought guided me. For the first time in my young adult life, I expressed some sexual confidence. I loosened my towel and threw it off me. I sat there naked, my whole body for him to see. I had no idea what he would do but I waited to find out. He re-locked the door and sighed again.
“Elisa, what are you doing?” he asked. “We should go.”
“But...I...I want to carry on,” I timidly said.
“What!?” he asked, incredulously.
“I want to carry on,” I said again.
“We can't. We've clearly made a mistake and we need to be responsible and stop this,” he said.
I slowly slid off the seat and onto the floor in front of him.
“Please, Mr Barker,” I innocently pleaded.
I could tell something changed in that moment. I wasn't certain what it was but something in the way he held himself seemed different. He looked down upon me, contemplation furrowing his brow, and then he pulled his towel off. It hit the floor and he stood naked in front of me, the father of my boyfriend. I gently took hold of his soft cock and began to stroke it again. I felt incredible, devious, and slutty. I watched his expressions as I tugged harder and faster, he was loving it. I wanted to please him more. I put his growing dick into my mouth and resumed sucking. He moaned softly as I worked him with mouth and hands. I loved seeing him tower over my tiny body, while I was throating his cock. It wasn't long before he pulled out of my mouth.
“Go and lie down on your back,” he commanded me.
The authority in his voice excited me. I eagerly complied with his command and lay on my back. I spread my legs in the air and gave him a huge smile as he walked towards me. He arched over me and guided his big dick into place. As he gently pushed into me I could feel my wet pussy stretching. I let out a loud moan, which kept going as he inched further into me. Finally, he was fully inside me. I looked down as he slowly drew his thick, gorgeous dick out. I couldn't believe what was happening, it was a dream. A much older guy, the dad of my boyfriend no less, fucking me with his massive cock. My day dreaming was interrupted as he thrust back into me. I moaned loudly again, followed by more whore-ish moans as he continued to fuck me. He was so thick and big and it was such an incredibly amazing new feeling for me. I was consumed by it. The only thing that distracted me from the physical pleasure was the naughty mental pleasure of fucking my boyfriend's dad. It was a beautiful circle.
After a while, he pulled out and ordered me onto all fours. I did as he asked and stuck my pert arse into the air for him. I felt his huge hands grab my arse cheeks and pull them apart. He spat on my arsehole and then used his thumb to gently toy it. Within moments, I felt his big dick fill me up again. I was in ecstasy. He pounded away at me, while pressing his thumb into my arse. I was screaming like a whore, I was surprised I hadn't heard anyone else in the building screaming like I was. He used his strength to slam my tiny body into each one of his powerful thrusts. He was so deep, deeper than anyone had ever been. I felt his thumb push all the way into my arse and it completely pushed me over the edge. I felt an electricity fill my body, waves crashing into me over and over. I screamed louder and louder until I start writhing. He could tell I was going to cum and must have felt a pressure building, as he pulled out. I let out an outrageous scream and squirted powerfully, all over him.
“Oh, fuck yes, Elisa!” he yelled out.
After my squirt was finished, he pushed right back into me, continuing his rough pounding. I smiled as I felt each hard push from his dick. I suddenly felt his big hands wrap around my throat and start to squeeze. I'd never been d before, so it was a bit of a shock, but it was amazing. He used his grip on my throat to slam my body into each stroke he made. I felt like his little fuck toy.
“Ooh, yes, Mr. Barker. Fuck that little pussy,” I abruptly screamed at him.
“Fuck, yes,” he moaned, still slamming me with all the ferocity he had. “Are you my naughty little slut?”
“Yes, Mr. Barker. I'm your filthy little slut,” I moaned, eyes rolling into my head.
“Do you want daddy to fuck your arse?” he asked.
I'd never had anal sex before. The most I'd had was Sarah licking my arsehole that one time. I'd heard that it could be painful and I wasn't that interested in it, especially as normal sex was good by me, but I wanted to please him. I wanted to be his little slut. And when he said 'daddy' it drove me a little wild.
“Yes, daddy!” I screamed. “Fuck my arse.”
He pulled out of me and reached for the bowl with condoms and lube. He emptied a load of lube onto my arse and began to rub it in. Then I heard him tear a condom packet open. I looked round.
“No,” I said.
He gave me a devilish grin and tossed the condom on the floor. I turned back around and heard him pouring more lube on his dick. I was super nervous but I really didn't care. I didn't care if it would hurt, if I would , nothing. It was worth it to please him. I felt a slippery finger push all the way into my arsehole. I let out a soft, long moan. It felt so strange and so good. He worked away at my arse for maybe five minutes. Then I felt more lube slop onto my arsehole. I felt the tip of his dick pressing against it. It didn't take much and his head slipped into me. I let out a loud scream. It was slightly painful. He knew what he was doing, though. He slowly pulled out, added more lube, tried again, and repeated the process until he could tell my arsehole was loosening up a bit.
Then he went for it. He slid the thick head of his cock into my arsehole. I felt it go deeper, and deeper, and deeper. I was moaning like I never had done before. It didn't feel that painful any more but it did feel weird. It sort of felt like I was going to the toilet, but at the same time, incredibly pleasurable. He began pulling out and poured more lube onto my arse. He massaged it in and pushed. Yes, it was starting to feel much fucking better. After a few slow strokes, he picked up his pace, and within minutes he was railing my arse as hard as he had my pussy. I moaned and screamed and wailed. He took hold of my throat again and once more used the grip to force me back into each thrust his big dick made into my arsehole.
I'd never been fucked like that before and I was totally hooked. I felt like a dirty slut for letting him fuck my arse, but that just made everything feel better. In hindsight, I should have just kept my stupid mouth shut, but I didn't, and it cut our session short.
“Yes, fuck my arse, daddy!” I screamed at him.
And then I felt him pulsating within me. He let out a terrific roar of a moan and I felt my arse being filled up with his hot cum. God, I will never forget that feeling. He continued smaller thrusts as he emptied himself inside of me, then pulled out once he was done. He fell back into the seat breathing heavily. I spun onto my back and revelled in the fucking I just received, while cum slowly dripped out my arse. It took a few minutes for both of us to gather up the energy to speak.
“That was incredible,” he said. “You're such a dirty girl, Elisa. I love it.”
“Thanks, Mr. Barker. Sorry, I mean Frank,” I replied. “I loved it too.”
“Don't call me Frank. It's sexier when you call me Mr. Barker...or daddy,” he said, a grin across his face.
We eventually went and showered off together, got dressed, and left. He walked me back to his car and offered me a lift home but I declined. He left and I walked home. The whole journey back I was reliving the incredible fucking I had just received. I was on a high. As I got closer to home, it hit me.
“Fuck,” I whispered to myself.
Sam was waiting for me and wanted to spend the evening smoking and chatting. I felt terribly guilty in a heartbeat. I beat myself up in my head and cursed myself for being a terrible person. I composed myself properly, went back in, and spent the evening with Sam. It was difficult. I felt bad, yes, but I was also getting a kick out of the fact that my innocent boyfriend didn't know that hours before, his dad was fucking my arsehole. And before long, he'd be fucking my tight arse again.
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